Potsdam, royal gardens

on a green bench in the royal gardens in potsdam, the remnant of a shadow, watches pleased, very pleased indeed,  two fools talking the day away, urgently weaving their voices together, staring distractedly into the glimmering brook, laughing, disagreeing, reconciliation following suite like the sun breaking through clouds, ignoring the ticking of the small silver watch, but the remnant fingers his watch with a grin, time has no meaning and no hold for 11973 seconds and then, on fast forward, returns with a deafening rush.