Tourists

Hundreds of tour guides
with their boards with their numbers


No. 9 German

No. 3 Japanese

No. 16 French

and so they go on
like a river
after a storm
the tour groups stream through

Taking photos of stones
and buildings
Their pictures have no soul
no substance
only capturing some chemical and historical formula for these structures

But there is still spirit
and the buildings still breathe
Friendly stories from friendly faces
eeks them out, and lever them from each crack
And these people I dare call friends
they are the soul

So here is my number
No. 7 English & Estonian

My tour:

Here is where we danced
sang
climbed
laughed
ate
drank
wrote poetry
smiled

maybe no one will pay...

but its them who miss out


by ian (photos too)