I hailed my first cab
In Prague
I never
Do anything
By halves
The buildings
Were baroque
The sculpture
Was modern
I walked
Walked
And
Walked
Cobbles
Brick
Stone
Tarmac
Rolls
Of film
Click
Wind
Cross all your fingers
Some streets
Had
Concert fliers
For
Faith No More
Was it 1997?
Journal in the attic
Harbors all
That my mind
Can no longer
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