The first kiss

streets delirious with uniforms
soldiers pass freely through
the Brandenburg Gate

from east to west, the cold war
is over, everything burns
on Unter Den Linden

linden trees touch our shoulders
a thousand hammers crumble
The Wall into transparency

Fräulein's cloister bombed down
pointing to the sky, a cannon
silhouettes fuse

a strawberry smashing parade
across Alexander Platz
our blushing knees


Bywords.ca, June 2011, Canada