the early sun to full cloud cover
while partridge fade to spring turnover
the red kite take to sky as ever
but young growth turn to nothing
other things said
except the rocks we stood
and the rocks we didn't
and the morning dew
ah, yes
it doesn't matter how much parmesan you grate on top
you will run out by the time you reach the second layer
and it is the way with this country -
eaten from above
eternal pasta below
don't tell anyone up here about the olio, though
oh aglio e olio
how deeply i love you
if only you'd know
how i'll always be true