Trees cast spring shadows

over post-communist decay,

graffiti cries renovate me,

the Danube endures

under the sway

of the UFO

bridge and tower

and old men in hats

ritually turn up

in pairs as if prepared

to represent their kind

if it comes to that,

to state for the record

that despite everything

the stars still shone,

dreams still grew,

there was always a door

ajar somewhere and a candle

and an extra place set …



(Bratislava Old Town)