For the dverse prompt inspired by this Mondrian.
Never wandered beyond the riches of the familiarly foreign, the jewels hidden in pine-forested valleys, arid olive covered hills, slow rivers and golden stone bridges. I am the red square on the edge looking in at the seething geometric movement and quietly turning away.
a fountain in a square
a pot of basil on a window ledge
and the smell of tomatoes cooking
take me home.