I am going on a picnic,
I will spread colors around me and
sleep on the sunny cotton,
Lunch will come later
and the pale straw basket will reveal
strawberries bright as jewels
and the mysterious darkness of red wine.
Moisture will pearl on the glass bottle of
ice water, running rivulets down the steamy sides.
I will spread golden honey thick and rich
on fresh bread, and
if you don’t mind, could I borrow your eyes?
I would like to see as you do,
I would like to smile.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
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