an exploration

I had just left Old Town

to walk up a great forested hill

when the rain came

I ducked into an ancient library

but the deluge lasted 

the length of a cigarette

so I left the stacks of wisdom

and the grey overhead gave way 

to electric blue 

through the canopy 

and beyond the waterfalls

past an ancient warrior ground

I saw a sign that said Magical Cavern

so naturally I followed it

at the top of the hill

was a gathering of folk

but they knew nothing of the cave

they began to talk

and suddenly with my arrival 

were questioning everything

they thought they knew

there was a soft righteous sound 

and A Whiter Shade of Pale 

drifted down the hill

but it was the Michael Bolton version

and the Magic Cave was a gift shop

so I descended