Frozen Danube (c)

Wouldn't it have been better to refuse

to look askance, or perhaps peruse,

to allow me a little while to think

allow my ice to clink

in my glass a bit longer.

Let all the visions and revisions 

pass me by,

let me remember, let me cry

over the currents of our passion

that faded into sweet resignation,

that faded on my icy dream, like a fossil

that never quite

surfaced into

its own reality.

The Blue Danube repeats itself--

a frozen vision.