The Picnic

On afternoons of drowsy calm,

languid limbs on grassy knoll.

Wicker, set on chequered cloth,

remnant crumbs, fruity pips.

Yawn, stretch,

arm cradles warmth.

Summer love,

easy as the drowsy calm.

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