Friday, September 6, 2019

Picnic

Blue fauns, green mastodons, and pink-speckled swans
cavorted on the ground.
We carefully avoided the eyeball daisies
as we spread our blankets down.

A woman stood at an ironing board
on the neon purple grass.
We offered her a sandwich,
but she said she'd have to pass.

Then she rode her board like a surfer
and bade us all goodbye.
She said she had laundry to deliver
as she zoomed off into the sky.

Some fish at at the bottom of a pond
were enjoying their afternoon tea.
We got a craving for ice cream cones,
so we picked some from a nearby tree.

As the day morphed into evening
the daisies all closed their eyes.
The sun gave us a wink and wave
and said he had somewhere else to rise.

We lay back on our blankets
after he vanished from sight
and gazed at the backbone of the universe,
the skeleton of night. - Jeff Barnes

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