written by: Eoghan Lyng
A blissful whispered Kafka point
Serenades the pittered ground
That sounds the path the ventured walk
In Mala Strana’s glistened light.
Two lovers walk, sharing jokes,
Smokes from timely cigarettes,
Once smoked inside the doorways
Where coffee drinkers watch life walk on.
Pitter-pattered by the rain-down terrace
With tailored shirts and coats
Beyond Cafe Kafka’s hideout
Metamorphosing their thoughts and plans.
Children play with ice cream cones
Over cobbles cloved by horses hooves
It proves the night has begun this walk
As it patters back to day.