Umbria

Above the city, they live untouched.
As close to heaven, as far from politics
and anger as you can be while breathing,
Umbria allows elegance to rise.
Montefalco red always tingling
on the tongue, the country lays low
wearing wisps of clouds like lace.
With an eye on the exit, I opened
the windows and hummed a new hymn
over cappuccino and warm,
fresh bread. Another beginning
in Italy, one more intricate
fairytale.