Poem – Picnic

From the collection I am writing about “Joline”.


It was a beautiful fall morning
with sun scattered by oak and aspen
atop the hill overlooking the
bustling city.

We sat at the picnic table
with coffee and each other’s hand.

We talked of dreams and plans
for life after today, but for now
it was about us and now.

We watched the sun scale
the tallest building.

Never for tomorrow would I
give up today while in your
presence, while looking
into your eyes, still clear
and free of angst, free of doubt,
free.

I admired this about you,
almost envious, from the
start, when we met at that
cafe nestled among the gift shops
near the city center.

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