COPENHAGEN :: enigma

Cyclists speed past
In a blur.
All black,
Head to toe,
Hair fanning out,
Turning off from
Main roads into
Lanes called home.


On clear days
The sky is
Brilliant blue,
The harbour’s colours
Shine in the
Canal’s reflections
Where yachts are moored,
Masts high.


But when it rains
A curtain of fog
Descends upon
The city
And across canals
The distant blur
Of blinking lights
in the mist.


I am not sure
What to think
of you
There is great beauty
By harbours and
In parks,
Along canals.


But you have
Blank windows
And unmarked
Uninspiring roads,
Few cosy streets
Save lovely
Sidewalk cafés.


Maybe it is me –
I have not seen enough.
I do not appreciate
Your charm,
I ask for too much.
But in the end I wonder
If there is something



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