Toy Town

we strolled midtown for awhile hints of sun followed us beneath the bavarian alps i was taken by the snow capped mountains creating a brilliant show of diamond crystals calmly reflecting from storefront windows holiday displays of santa klaus at his best i would say we continued past rows of homes collected like doll house's just to the left a tiny bike shop i rushed in grabbing the new basket to fill with fresh granny smiths from thee upcoming market in view just to the right african violets lined the the entrance way leading to the hidden park a quiet nook in the middle of town square i thought masculine most of all quite charming face to face with the subtle statue of thomas mann my form changed i was abruptly aroused by his daringness fine liturature art and playwright mann consumed me with folklores gothic tales the infamous lounging of salzsburg crest instantly a brisk chill blew over my foundation dazed i was walking upon frauenkirch our lady of munich doting downward to my tiny existence i gathered myself in a very suspicious haste walking backwards staight into the kneeling black horse knightless his back emptied a daunting task for the bishop beyond my fascination of castles christmas past nutcrackers wooden trains walking dolls springs bolts screws and coo coo clocks sounding off at midday displaying the woodcutters the milking maids in german town