Coughing up water from the lazy Tisza river as we splash with nicotine-stained palms
Playing tag with the ever vanishing sunlight
Beautifully flawed bodies, brown curls and blonde ponytails
Clover is scattered around the park, soft litter under our bare feet
Surrounded and out numbered by friendly strangers and their addictive slang
Collecting cameras and late night confessions as i dish out advice i shouldn't be giving
The youth are hungry and restless in this town
My legs are knotted and exhausted, cloaked in the colours of late summer
Kicking troubles like a rusty can down ancient yellow brick roads
I want to swim in all the cloudy green rivers
snaking their way through the cities, wrapping around sand banks
licking the dry edges of this foreign history