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I'll freeze some
of this lasagne
for next time
you're here
with pancetta
cavolo nero
Montébore
mint & thyme
it says there may be
krebstieren
crostacei
& traces of typos
on the pack
the celery fish
its flexed flank
crossed deep
fields of grain
planted on
disremembered
oyster beds to leave
a bead of thought
mid-air
shimmering ribs of
green & poisoned light
Er Papòn did dread
the gamberòn
his eponymic travels north
the search for kippers
under eggs
food of once belonging
ended here
he lingered
in the valley
where she basked
on limestone slabs
smoothed by heat
& summer trickle
slipped beneath her spell
there was no train
no Ringbahn
no ticket destination
only Melusine's
enchanted arms
to swoon into
her slenderness
where tiny chub
tread water at the weir
Varzi, 13th December 2017