Aimless she roamed
Istanbul to Reykjavik
trying to make sense of flux.
History and myth intersections
glowed.
Fireflies, lanterns, st Elmo's Fire,
dancing, shifting Aurora Borealis,
riverbeds.
Now and again
the diversity
and impact overwhelmed.
Dachau - a sore red spot,
St Petersburg singing
a million different voices.
Older ones fading.
Kongsbjerg just an echo,
Vienna hanging tough,
recharged over and over.
Two nooses
still dangling
in Sofia.
She roamed her reign,
amazed of perseverance,
pretty shining lights, stopped
in Venice to bask in glow
that will never really die.
But who remembers Aberdeen,
Linkoping,
Reannisance in Kiev?
Ural and oceans do
and cradle as best they can
a weeping
weary titan.
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