SnapshotIV/Prague, Czechoslovakia

Feeling lost in this city of 100 spires, my memories vague, 

pale pre-pixelated images pass quickly,
I grasp a few.
My first view is the wide Vlata river
and the Charles Bridge, its postcard symbol.
The hourly apparition of the twelve apostles;
the steep climb to the highnest hill, my aerie;
the synagogue where Kafka's Golem resides;
in the sunlight, the Cathedral reveals
the translucent colors of stained glass;
at night, opaque and dark.                                
The streets, silent, all doors, locked.
Not long ago, in the spring of 1968,
young men and women gathered here,
with hope for freedom...