Monday, 5 October 2009

In Prague (Wendy Cope)

You went, searching
for the lost to comfort

viewed many big cities-
sixteen in all.

Settled alone, but content
in Prague, city of hope.

I still dog behind you-
a wet and smelly ghost.
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  1. Unknown6 October 2009 at 04:37

    Thanks, Rich. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

    Alison W.

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