This poem is taken from PN Review 124, Volume 25 Number 2, November - December 1998.
Three PoemsSeptember, Perigord
Walking to the village
to buy our breakfast baguette
she grazes on the small black
vineyard grapes.
Returning
she picks six apples
from trees that skirt
the millhouse drive.
She will stew them
with peaches and plums
and the bowl of blackberries
from roadside ditches.
After pasta and salad
to eat them out of doors
with fromage blanc
and the local wine
...
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