These august moments, of fall
and a Kentucky Fried Chicken bucket
instead of straw latched basket,
turning under dusky street light
beginning to flicker ominously;
the picnic is over.
I sought my youth in your supple skin,
my eternal boyhood in the fresh unfurling
of your faith and my initiative to rise
from this tumble-down teetering
to find you not more than a bud
licking your fingers while I dab
at old grease that will harden
on the roof of my false teeth.
You, seeking lost hero, in my promise
to love you ‘til I die…’til I lie limp
and lingering because I meant to be
my own promise in your misunderstanding
of my role in your blossoming belief
that endings to picnics always include
a putting away after feeding each other
bits of fruit that are easily digested.
No pity here; simply a pact, over a patch of grass.
You shall make me step more lightly.
I shall give you shelter in your storms.
Your music will be discordant to me,
mine will be too simply a slow dance,
but sometimes music does not matter
as much as the moments it takes to uncap
your cola and my flavored water
that will wash the aftertaste away.
These last gambols, while leaves lather
a cooling sky with paling color,
let us hold on to the pretense
that an old tree turned in to a park
lamp post is light enough
to guess at what we are digesting.
Author notes
Just my thoughts
jpg...norman rockwell
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A contest entry
- Love Is No Picnic by Turtledove.
550 points, ended January 9, 2007, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Pretty cute
Well, it's a novel approach; KFC never was that good, loved the line about "false teeth" lol. This one bears watching my friends. Good ending I thought. Walt. Lots of luck, tks for entering.
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Thank you, Walt. I had fun with this one. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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"No pity here; simply a pact, over a patch of grass.
You shall make me step more lightly.
I shall give you shelter in your storms."
Sighhh...What an impeccable penning, my Sister...Contemplative & pure in your thoughts, you always, ALWAYS make me think at a deeper level than I have ever known before...& believe me, that's sayin' a LOT. 
Beautifully done, my Friend...Good luck in Walt's contest...
Wanda
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I find it touching, in some ways, the gap in relations that fills such a noticeable need. The thing that "bugs" me the most are the adult women with the little girl voices....makes me want to send them to their room. LOL. thank you, my friend.
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Kinda like fingernails on a chalkboard, ain't they???
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