Humble Picnic
Elizabeth Hurt
On that day in Spring
We stopped and grabbed a Pepsi
And a dill pickle
And like two parasites
Set forth upon the back of Nature,
Drove up a narrow road
That grew more winding
Through black oaks
White firs and Ponderosa pine
Flanked by deer-brush, sprinkled
With blue and white flower cups,
It warmed as we climbed higher
Meadows opened to the sun
Pieon bouquets of poppies
In new spring green beside the road
And Mature rolled belly-up
To show us her soft underside.
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