A YEAR TODAY

Day ducat-wise in last year’s fountain fell

and the sun past the inked horizon rolling

fell silence bound Just the white stars crows tell

over the wheat in cawed soft fervent tolling

I think of Prague now Of the hoarfrost shaking

street lights and moon in fevered yellow light

Like us a year ago others their leave are taking

I’ll send a card next year: Come! Reduta tonight!

It will be like today ( Like last year went )

Plenty will wave at the recruits and smile

I’ll kneel on cobbles to draw in that scent

Time is not harsh He’s strict rather than vile

Night ducat-wise shall in that fountain fall

And in your mailbox you will find my scrawl