Le Déjeuner

 

I rest my case of Gigondas.
I close my eyes and dream.
Dordogne rivers fall in rills
that grow and hatch not bream
as much as sun smiles and sun motes,
not sun as much as trout.
My boat comes in. The lunch is served.
La France, c’est tout about.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s