oh picnic basket poem I want to pack you well!
three kinds of marble cake, this time;
pink beaded lemonade.
and pickled potato salad, with the red potato skins left in
in golden mustard.
baked chicken.
berries and berries and berries
and then some more, said the children
who may be, also, with me-
deep cocoa with tiny pastel petaled marshmallows
sipped-
slowly-
until-
it's luscious violet twilight:
the edge of a firefly night unraveled
and who oh who of you
can really tell them
apart from the stars?
mary angela douglas 7 december 2014
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