a picnic in the park

i feel encouraged

when

she suggests that we

go on a picnic

for our

third date. i have high

hopes,

and the butterflies

take off

in full flight.

i think not only of the birds

but of the bees too.

she tells me

everything she's bringing,

all the little sandwiches

and cakes,

the full menu.

strawberries and cream

for dessert.

and candies

wrapped

in gold jackets from

a store

i can't pronounce.

she has a basket and a

blanket,

a bottle of wine

and real glasses.

i ask her what i should bring,

she winks

and smiles

and says, 

just you and maybe an

umbrella in case it rains.