that we go on a picnic.
she's been looking at too many
Claude Monet
paintings.
she buys a basket
and makes
sandwiches with the crust
cut off.
cucumbers
and pate.
she packs two apples,
some cookies,
that she made,
a bottle of wine, corked,
and a glass
bowl of grapes.
isn't this romantic she says,
throwing down
the clean white
blanket,
not seeing the ants,
the field mouse,
and in pursuit
a slithering snake.
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