A thoroughfare, a place for passing through
but the brickwork underfoot is calming,
matching the walls: differing levels, curving walkways.
Hanging baskets always seem a ruse
to disguise the toxic with myriad flowers
corralled into neat gatherings
as if to say the luxury of time
extends to civilised blooming
while you step across broken pottery
and dried formations of weeds by a network of webs
a spider left. That downward curve again,
outstanding for skateboards, scooters
or an easy pause for the unfulfilled.
Across from the baskets, heraldry of towns’
true honour to join German and English
in civic partnership, albeit in this place to zoom through
or hold hands with a brave and tentative child
briefly eye-to-eye on a narrow wall.
Tag: Erftstadt
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Erftstadt Court