Mingle in Munich’s summer garden party,
tic-tac-toe moss grows on buildings
awaiting expats and oh ja’s,
blue caterpillar busses
extend and shrink through
croquet gates and castle bridges,
bikes as balls pass beneath,
pedal through the archways
alongside orange sweeper beetles
that scurry past with sponge-like feet
below circular white street light pegs
ready to be hopped off the platz.
It’s easy to get lost here
with all these gardens full of beer.
Raise a honeycomb toast!
One last Prost,
to Munich’s summer garden party.
© khartless 2021, All Rights Reserved
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Well penned. Great clip too!
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Ty, love.
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I was there, right? ☺️❤️
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Of course. This garden party needs a good lense. 😉
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sweet little poem. I had to work for it – my reader can’t pick up your new style. Happens sometimes.
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Oh well, you know this little poem of memory and fantasy lacks style, but just has lots of heart. And I was giving my editor a vacation. 😉
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Yup, suspect we all need a vacation.
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Great little poem. My favourite bit was the ‘oh ja’s’! 😂👍
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Thank you, Hobbo. I love the moss-covered buildings and will always have these memories of Munich and it’s lovely gardens.
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it sounds beautiful.🙂
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a pleasant poem of pleasing images then that startling line: ‘ a honeycomb glass of beer’ and I couldn’t wait to get down the pub with my mates: thank God it’s Friday 🙂
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Hope you made it there, John. This was a poem that needed a line. Found me in sleep times. Maybe now it’s done and will let me rest.
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I made it there, K: I made it with my mates and a few honeycomb pints of beer 🙂
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Lovely. Liquid sunshine. Cheers!
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This is so lovely. It left me feeling like I had been there on a warm evening with the tinkle of crockery and the hum of activity. Such a relaxing ride.
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Thank you, worms. I am saying goodbye to Munich, and this garden party seemed like the most appropriate way to spill over the memories.
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