View From My Window

Take a Stroll Over the Berlin Wall

The sound is hollow in the wall--knock on wood. Or
stone,
rather, since it is the Berlin Wall and the Berlin
Wall is not
made of stone. The day is clear and blue,
just right for fishing though I don't have any fishing
poles.
I climb one leg over the Berlin Wall,
and then the other leg one goes over, too.
Was the Berlin Wall ever built
twice, stone by stone, then built by stone again? Did
Helen Keller
ever walk across this wall, or along it,
or through it, not knowing she wasn't a super hero?
What is on the other side of the wall?
I'd like to guess; guessing is a fun game and passes
the time. Maybe there's an ocean on the other side of
the wall, or maybe racetrack.
Well, let's see what's on the other side, shall we?
I take your hand, and we
take a stroll over the Berlin Wall.  We'll pretend we
are Superman.  Next, we'll walk down Brooklyn
Avenue wearing super hero tights, singing "Amazing
Grace"
at the top of our lungs.


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