19.x.22
1017
3.291
into the mountains
vicinity of Weißenkirchen,
16.x.22
our river runs
and we the other way
church for a high clock
vines climb over
stones generations laid
and then a river postcard town
another boat gone by
one chimney coming out of the smoke
at bend of vine and birch
runs like a rumour
this hill in vines
stories of spent night piled
wave to one fishing
from the shore
river runs
a day on wheels
out past the bank
and indoors also
rivers run over
and under
away
how bright the sun takes to
blood of the wars washed along
into the mountains our river runs
and we the other way
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