8/19/02
Frankfurt, Germany

The city just goes on
The canyon winds through downtown after downtown
The concrete occasionally broken by wood, glass and steel
When a park and it’s dense, full trees edge one side of the expressway
It feels like an intermission at the theatre
Or the bridge of a long-winded tune
The wind reminds me that leaves are organic, will move, have life;
It is reassuring.

Reaching out from a man made island
Slowly sinking
Handfuls of dead birds scattered by the window
You can see the fresh air moving around outside
But won’t be able to breathe or feel it
Until another country half a world away.