about the ants,
the bugs,
the gnats and flies.
no one mentions the wet
grass,
or the heat.
we hear the word
picnic
and our eyes grow
wide.
we sense romance.
a mutual
feeling
of early like and possible
love.
we see the good
in each other.
the word picnic
gives us hope,
as we carry
the basket full of
sandwiches
to a shady tree.
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