Everything is pristine ...

Bare legged girls cycled across the Butter Market -

Their lean boys dreamed of dizzying kisses - 

Couples shared dangerous ice creams - 

Shapely trees cast dappled shade upon the cobblestones - 

The market stalls were being cleared away - 

A fountain commemorated the young dead - 

Tall churches had dark interiors peopled with saints - 

A pale green Vespa was displayed behind a shop window - 

Ancient houses shone like gems - 

Nellecke ate a rich pastry - 

Everything is pristine I said - 

This is Germany Nellecke said - 

12.18

Tuesday 23 August 2016

Kempen

Germany