By Lily C. Fen
Step out of the theater
onto a maze of cobble-stoned streets.
Stavovské Divadlo bathed in lamplight,
swathed in a terracotta glow
Prague is in the middle of a
cloud
that has descended
Tall black sentinels shrouded in white halos,
everything a silhouette.
step off the bus further out on a hill
enveloped in mystery
everywhere around me a cloak
of frost and shadow
the street is replete with glimmering ghosts
all is wonder
while I wander through a path
a shower of amber leaves
crunching underneath my feet
in the still of night
shut panelak doors closed
I stare out through glass sheets
autumn in my heart
a tree reaches out over our front steps
a canopy I never noticed,
stencilled against the glimmer gliding over our street.