Mardi

If Monday is wash day
I guess this washing
is a day late?

Though it could have been
washed, here in rural France,
on Monday

but hung out
today
to dry?

In any case,
this is a big song
and dance

about nothing, really.
It's a mountain
out of a molehill.

It's a glance,
as it were,
over someone else's fence

and will soon
be forgotten
over a long rural lunch

where we will
get slightly drunk
and mince our words

till they stagger
out of our mouths
not making much sense

here
in rural
France.

Gras