Be patient, it’s just up the hill
This valley will feel like nothing
In few weeks when the weather warms
We can move the table outside
Three rooms, eating, sitting, loving
In all three, with a shower no tub
If I can find how to turn on the water
No car, there’s bikes they said
If they don’t have baskets we’ll get some
For flowers, that bread we saw, the wine
Walking bikes uphill for two months
Until late June, when we trade this
Taste of somewhere, there. Rest.
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