two young sleeping forms
rested naked under the attic
five floors up at marthehaus
hosteller in bern switzerland

one remained fast asleep
as the other stirred unsure
of the day or time or place
in that twilight of waking

eyes focussed on two
canary yellow knapsacks
covered in red maple leaves
and badges of all destinations

at once through open windows
the sound of every churchbell
in all the city rang out
into the dimming evening

she raced to the casement
and hung her torso outwards
to hear the glorious music
filling the late spring air

below three young men passed
and puzzled at the image above
then kissed their springing fingers
sending blessings on her breasts