Poetry About Budapest

The Danube gathers the city lights. Trams ring along the river road. Steam lifts from baths into winter air. Bridges stitch two names across the water. History glows and darkens in the same stone. Budapest enters evening one window at a time.

Evening changes the shape of the subject. Trams ring along the river road. Edges soften, but meaning grows clearer. Bridges stitch two names across the water. What remains asks to be carried carefully. Budapest enters evening one window at a time.

The Danube gathers the city lights. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Steam lifts from baths into winter air. It returns us to the Danube, bridges, thermal steam, neighborhoods, history, and evening life across Buda and Pest. History glows and darkens in the same stone. The day continues with a more attentive heart.