A taste of Provence:
Lipstick on an afternoon glass,
Chalk scrawled menu on a black board:
Aubergine, d'ail, courgette, poivron rouge…
Polka dotted cloth,
A golden glazed pot with herbs.
Strong hints of lavender,
Rough stones made smooth from wear,
Wisteria past bloom,
Bench waiting for conversation.
French canisters:
Farine (flour) for the croissants,
Cafe… au lait!
Poivre (pepper) Pepper? Pas Herb de Provence? Mais non.
Where is the Bonbon jar?
Blue shutters with a street lantern.
Not opened, not closed might mean one or two things…
Someone is taking a nap,
or keeping cool from the sun,
Simply French kissing?
Escargot.
Outside.
Collected after the rain.
Cezanne's muse.
St. Victoire under a Provencal sky,
with the Mistral chasing the clouds on by.
What is a taste of where you live?
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