Join me across this land
dredge up the past for us
long riverside walks
stalls of wondrous craft
difficult decisions
the emergency of thought
Flowing Hubris in the Limmat
Curate this urban gasconade
The fields have produced hay and silage
We walk past it all towns in dells
boutique and self contained
lost in time
I look at your face
we pretend to be civilized
knives under the table
Franks on the table
Polyglot and blazé
From these altitudes
you can get the false sense
that you own the world
Not so neutral as I observe you insisting
face contorted with indignation
was my bribe too small?
Change gear mid blarney
Take a moment to marvel these alp like expectations
hidden away from northern austerity
and southern complacency
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