vienna
to see the statues how they're sitting
above the gate when you ride by
to see the glowing lights transmitting
through window panes as shadows glide
a streetcar takes you through the maze
when you grew up your heart was like
or was it like an open book
you're riding on, you want to say
you ride your bike, and as you gaze
you sometimes get a better look
than yesterday, the day before
the day before another day
or maybe not. you'll look some more
and when you die
maybe you'll sit and seem alive
MW March 2010
