Walk through the streets of Germany

Don't remember the sounds

Of the morning greeting town

Or of the brick path under me



Walk along the bronze statue bold

Bought in air to freeze hell

A trifle with walnut smell

Go to wherever I was told



Walk up all the apartment stairs

In coats, each cheese and breads

Then curl up into be my bed

And fall asleep without a care



Don't remember the stores or parks

Of wood and brick and stone

Or the nighttime view alone

And the icy sky full of stars



The plush of bedspread white and clean

Sharp windowsill cacti

The breeze blowing ice

Streams icicles on balconies