It’s Spring! It’s Prague!

Partly because it’s spring and partly because it’s 11:30 at night, here in Prague, and I don’t have a good idea for today’s blog, I am going with a poem I wrote a few years ago.  Hope you like it.

When the petals fall from the cherry trees, it's like a soft, pink snow

It’s Spring!  It’s Prague!  I feel alive!
there’s magic in the air
I’m walking down the street
without a worry or a care

The wicked wind of winter
has lost its frigid bite
if it weren’t raining like a bastard
it’d probably be bright

Chains of wet, green buds adorn
each brown and barren branch
as full of hope and promise
as a budding new romance

Pink and yellow jackets
are replacing coats of black
yesterday I smiled
and somebody smiled back!

Prague is really pretty
under a blanket of fresh white snow
but in the sunshine of the springtime
certain things begin to show

The sights that greet this poor boy’s eyes
are so beautiful it hurts
as I ride the escalators
and I look up women’s skirts

So, if you were to ask me
why I keep coming back
I’d say  It  isn’t  the hash at the Chapeau Rouge,
the ecstasy or the crack.

It isn’t the beautiful buildings
the operas or the plays
it isn’t the salaries, or the galleries
restaurants and cafes

It isn’t the view from Charles Bridge
it isn’t the Old Town Square
it isn’t the parek v  rohliku
that you can buy anywhere

It isn’t the flowers in the park
it’s not the birds who sing
but the flower of Czech womanhood
that blossoms every spring