VIENNA

to see the statues how they're sitting

above the gate when you ride by

to see the glowing lights transmitting

through window panes as shadows glide

a streetcar takes you through the maze

when you grew up your heart was like

or was it like an open book

you're riding on, you want to say

you ride your bike, and as you gaze

you sometimes get a better look

than yesterday, the day before

the day before another day

or maybe not. you'll look some more

and when you die

maybe you'll sit and seem alive

March 2010