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So I made a bunch of fitness goals this weekend, and today- when I took a walk to go leaf-peeping on the hill and then ran out of battery on my camera before I got to the trees- I made a new goal: write a poem every day!

So, here is the first.

Petrin Hill, Prague's biggest downtown park, October 7.

Today is the only good day
to be on Petrin hill this fall.
Today the leaves match the roofs of the buildings below,
Copper, or amber, or deep orange-red.
But the grass is still green
And the leaves are still
crisp, before the rain
And everyone is taking their matching dog
for a walk.

I only know numbers and
folk songs in Czech, but
I know every seventh word
the youth on the hill say,
behind me, as I
lean against a tree
with mushrooms at the roots.


There's that then. Now... to write 300 words on how 10,000 years of history caused Poland to fall to communism the way it did.