Anythings

Through the drift portal
greeted by a cuckoo
dark engraved wood lined the path
to some Circassian fancy.

A dream of kopeks and samovars,
high topped hats and dancing bears
exotic lampposts and Napoleon’s bones
and travel papers for alpine passage.

All Emperors the Greats
fiddle with Yiddish delight
while German princes yodel
before romantic plunges.

In the kinder altar,
under a gauzy, golden cloth
are housed the relics
of anythings.

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