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In search of story


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April 20.20: Coping

I’m suburban born and bred,

I barely know horse from cow,

but if I climbed into its rafters

could I hide from the here and now?

A writer could find refuge

in this place of certain story,

strong in tattered red,

rustic allegory.

I wouldn’t be much bother

amid the hay and clover;

I’d leave the very minute

this wretchedness is over.

 

It doesn’t sound very brave, does it, dear reader?

I don’t feel very brave.

 

More thanks to photographer S.W.Berg.

 


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Connections: March 23

10-09 - Black Forest - 300 year old barnIf this be barn

I think to myself

the cows are milked

by gnome and elf.

Can such an otherworld

storybook mime

really exist

in this place and time?

If I tiptoe around

not touchin’, just lookin’

would someone say Kommen Sie

for warm apfelkuchen?

Would Goethe move over

the Grimm Brothers share?

Could I touch a past

so reverenced there?

More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.

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