
Wednesday, 19 July: Tiled Rooftops
Arrivederci Italia.
This is Bourgogne,
and it’s about wine today.
Vineyards, and wooden presses.
Dust-flaked villages,
and yellow stone houses
with shutters closed on white heat.
But I want to see Beaune.
Next time, he says.
Which means
I’m not going to see Beaune.
Arrived.
Dijon.
The city.
Not the mustard.
Nevertheless,
I plan to buy mustard.
Lots of it.
For not seeing Beaune.
And because I simply love mustard
that snaps the nerves on my scalp.
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