Kit Kelen #384 - the picnic woods

384

the picnic woods

and you forget yourself

your name

you won't remember here

of few words we are but

the year is deep

it's all of afternoon

trill of up

eyes follow

in

among

and listen look

from a blanket

we burly few

of the loll

so far to the blue

here hammocked

so mazed away

bent past a dream

much travelled there

so green

so dark symphonic

in the mulch

come along with me then

you won't remember here

yours

or any name

you forget

come along

what rudeness we incarnate

and every bottom's bare

of few words we are but

the year is deep

it's all of afternoon

the ceremony slows to nothing

all wake with our loud

resounding

call it the curry

that was