Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Long Ago Picnic

The picnic rages at the light
It cannot stop its flowery flight
From deep in my memory I see
The vise like grip it had on me
Chasing a ball into the creek
More than that sphere that I did seek
Flaming burgers on the grill
The potato salad lost its chill
We did eat we did run
It was spiritual to have such fun
The sun began its daily descent
But our young legs were not yet spent
Parents chugged beer or sipped red wine
While for a longer stay we did pine
But into cars and station wagons we had to climb
The joy we'd experienced was sublime
I see you picnic looking back on the years
You evoke no joy nor sad tears
You were a magic picnic it is true
But with this memory I am through

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