Last Picnic
Before the fall rains arrive, Let's have one more picnic,
Now that the leaves are turning color And the grass is still green in places.
Bread, cheese and some black grapes Ought to be enough,
And a bottle of wine to toast the crows
Puzzled to find us sitting here.
If it gets cold--and it will--I'll hold you close.
Night will come early.
We'll study the sky hoping for a full moon
To light our way,
And if there isn't one, we'll put all our trust In your book of matches And my sense of direction
As we go looking for home.
“Light the Match”
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