Kristen de Kline #188 Another poem about clouds, Berlin and you

I
the clouds gather
colour bleaches out

remember when we hit Berlin
I was shocked by the spectrum
of colour,   everywhere

I'd expected blitzed buildings
sepia landscape, monochrome ruins


II
you were talking about

       space

did you need it    or did I

was it a gift   
or another straight-jacket,   
like remorse


III
clouds clear
in the morning

I down a third pint
from the sun

you watch
lights flash


IV
today you ask:
do you want to run away to Denmark?

I throw my cherry Reds in the back-pack
you hit the all night foreign exchange


V
In Berlin all the cabs were Mercedes,
bright yellow       just like New York

the highways were nothing
like the old news reels, not
scratched          mercilessly

even the skies
were a dark grey shade
and the clouds,   deep
and purple      like runaway
watercolours