the first kiss

by Luminita Suse

soldiers pass freely
through the Brandenburg Gate

Unter Den Linden
delirious with uniforms

from east to west, the cold war
is over

the parade stretches across
Alexanderplatz

jackhammers crumble The Wall
into transparency

touched by lindens, our silhouettes
fuse into a smoke signal

Fräuekirche rises from ruins
pointing to the sky, a cannon

blue bursts into fireworks, lips
squeeze for strawberries

Published in www.bywords.ca, 2011


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