Prague

January 22, 2009
 
Prague, you are enchanted.
 
Gypsies, bent over their knees,
whisper secrets about you in the streets,
 
You are a naive beauty, they say,
beneath the soot-covered steeples
 
The gleam in your eye is the round jewel in the peddler’s palm.
You capture the tourists as they stroll over The St. Charles Bridge.
 
The peddler, he knows you, hiding behind coarse, gray hair,
your eyes in his palms.