This morning, market day smiles nestle
comfortably in the wrinkled chin of
Montane del Mattone.
Our morning ripens into red summer cherries,
generously ladled by women born
with sun on their faces.
Bitter rich coffee shots, in tiny cups,
are served with grace to travellers
who stumble confused tongues around
language reciprocated with indulgence.
Softened, we succumb to pick,
pluck and purchase a pretty posy –
sweet Sulmona confetti of sugared almond blooms