The sky flashed white
Burned black
Then cracked.
We were in the park
Watching the Samurai
Dream with death.
The rain stripped bark
Dogs crawled in the mud
But calm to the storm
The Samurai stood.
We ran for shelter
Under the carousel
All around us
Thunder fell.
You placed your hand
On my thin green dress
And so began the dance
Of Budapest.
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