From Provence

A speed train is like a memory as it comes and goes

Still in mind are simple pleasures like eating a croissant in a window mid-day

Content overlooking a tree, the shade of sage green, flickering with winks of silver

Three birds sit on a church ledge for show

We are all staring at a wall so magnificent you would never grow tired of looking

Though when you are made of stone and marble all excess falls to the side

So strange to watch trees sway on a cliff overlooking the sea

A castle for no one to visit this season

Beach pebbles so smooth you won't even mind

A road winding with grapes but the sun always knows which fields are best for hats

I want to live where the olive trees are.

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