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Picnic Wine
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He arrived early and rang her number
for chitter-chatter until evening sun fell
too low and the cooing windowsill silence.
September sun forebode autumn’s splendor
peak weekend, seething city leaves in penance
for plaintive Tuesday surviving in sidewalk tales.
The thought of her in bandana bound hair and wine
telling mood, siesta afternoon and orchards of olive
stole his heart for the moment--to hear her consummate dreams!
Feminine and reasoned in pronounced pageant,
inspired by season and October wind calling
and her story foretelling of other loves.
Yes! ‘cause the thought of her sittin’ on a blanket
leg tucked back and ‘neath--slender in the grass
and who brought the sweet tea jars with lemon?
Indian style conversation for her dreams
--no work, regal eats and she touches his arm
where life is received and his heart beats fast.
He imagined her inevitable beauty in mind
as the light went hence on picnic to evening time,
and he feared her power, strength and what was he
To play in perfect prose and form in bodily grace and luster
that she'd offered that day, inspired vital edge and Broadway face,
and he remembered her talk, the blanket and the picnic wine.
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for Landon, October 21, 2001
--Richard Aaron
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