Fox of Berlin

place poem

Place Poem

 

Fox of Berlin,
Where do you go?
To the beer gardens of bears?
To the squalor of the low?
How mechanical the city
You chose to call your own,
Forsaking your nature
For a skeletonized home.

Fox of Berlin,
How quick your shadow,
As you scour the night
Beneath the soft gas-lamp glow.
How sweet your voice sounds
Speaking German I don’t know.
Fox of Berlin,
Tell me where do you go?

My Fox of Berlin,
Where is it you roam?
Through towers of glass,
Over pathways of stone?
Why must you always
Go off all alone?
Please tell me, my Fox,
I really must know.

 

more by T. MAPLEY

photograph by Travel Coffee Book

 

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