Poetry About Berlin

Bicycles pass beside the waking river. A train crosses where old borders once hardened. New paint blooms across a weathered wall. The city keeps memorials close to cafes. History is neither hidden nor finished here. Berlin begins another ordinary morning.

Evening changes the shape of the subject. A train crosses where old borders once hardened. Edges soften, but meaning grows clearer. The city keeps memorials close to cafes. What remains asks to be carried carefully. Berlin begins another ordinary morning.

Bicycles pass beside the waking river. Time moves, but the image does not leave. New paint blooms across a weathered wall. It returns us to river light, layered history, neighborhoods, trains, art, remembrance, and a city still revising itself. History is neither hidden nor finished here. The day continues with a more attentive heart.