Bare Naked in a Sleepy Village
a sonnet for Daniele
t’was 6 o’clock, an early Alpine morn
as I awoke with urgent need to pee
bare naked as the day that I was born
with curtains drawn, my eyes could hardly see
foggy-eyed, I let my instincts lead
my sluggish body down the corridor
swept swiftly by my urologic need
reached for the knob, dashed quickly through the door
and as I heard the latch behind me close
I realized what an error I had made
for I was standing void of any clothes
out in the Platz, without an ounce of shade
a kindly stranger did not laugh, nor gloat —
she flashed a smile and handed me a coat
Grüß Gott!
here’s the inspiration, a very amusing and revealing confessional by Daniele Ihns … Dany you didn’t mention where this takes place, so I imagined it in a proper, old-fashioned Austrian town in the Alps
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