PICNIC
By Richard L. Provencher
Tue, 31 Jul 2018
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The chicken
sure tasted good
sitting here
on the old blanket
his eyes taking
her in
between bites.
The sky spoke
mountains
of country music
and the
touch of her
hand like
an electric storm.
He took her
softly
in his arms
embracing this
lady he loved
the one
meant for
him after all
these years
looking..
And they kissed.
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