From: david franks [david1franks_at_yahoo_dot_com]
Sent: 26 April 2008 16:42
Subject: THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G: THROUGH WHAT WAS

To many online folkies, poetry-lovers, etc.;
From, my free site, walkaboutsverse.741.com
(Hear me at myspace.com/walkaboutsverse):

THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
(About 20 years ago, I was passing through Checkpoint Charlie.)
Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS

During Europe's summer, '88,
At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight;
Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
I walked past plain buildings and cars,
And entered a small food-store.
Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
The essentials - not much more.
As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
A row began, at counter,
Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
I headed back through the wall that was,
Then signed a reunion book.
Reflecting, I'm happy/sad because
The Left-cause, too, has been shook.

(C) David Franks 2003


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