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I wanted to take a romantic picnic to some forgotten woods
In fall, a favorable but not favorite season
I daydreamed and envisioned it
Lay down a flannel blanket, pour the hot tea and whiskey
Eat something sweet I've made that tastes just right
I would take pictures with the camera on my phone
Effortlessly they would turn out to be lovely
Just sunlight, tree shadows
No filter needed here
Everyone will marvel at how rustic and stylish we are when they see it
We will lie back, find shapes in the clouds
And we might loose inhibitions right there in the woods, like people did once upon a time
We will be enraptured with lively conversation afterwards
But I always forget the awful messy reality of a picnic
Where will we find a forgotten forest?
In this suburban sprawl there is a rancid skunk smell all the time
So I know there are forests - else where would this plague of skunks (of biblical proportions) come from and go back to at night?
Unless they are lost
resigning themselves to a few shitty trees beside the highway
Also, won't things get sticky?
Where will we wash the cups and dishes?
And if we put them filthy back in the picnic basket won't they clatter and break and gunk up everything?
Paper plates and cups would be practical
But where to throw the trash
Lug around a trash bag too?
This is beginning to smell
And what an ugly picture that would make to take
Nobody will marvel at that and talk about how hip and chic we are
Who on earth takes romantic picnics in the woods?
Who carries the damn heavy basket? Laden with so much stuff
And unattainable expectations
When has that ever worked for anyone?
#Unreal #Poetry #Nature #Picnic #Practical #Whimsy #Trash #Lust
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