in Rhinefelden, I know
that tour guide smiled
as she turned her key.
I probably won't die here.
Soliders dove into that cold,
Swiss water, Nazi bullets
rusting in the Rhine.
I will battle an angry swan
and distinctly German ducks.
I escape the cathedral,
wriggle my toes in the river,
and watch a wedding
over the bridge.
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