I remember our hostel suite.
Oxymoron? Perhaps. But at $30
For a private room and shower
In the shadow of Frau mountain
We couldn’t believe our fortune.
Hot showers for all after
Crawling through cold canyon crevasses.
Heaven.
Open windows, shouts to come look.
Slipping and sliding on the shower floor
Towel tucks under my arm
Drips dropping dew to my shoulders
As I peer out the portal.
Hearing them first from around the corner.
Clips clops clanks and claps.
The cows and farmers come home from fields.
Bells banging but beautifully.
I want more cow bells.
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