tucked tight under snow banks
and laid serenely across crewcut grass,
i dream of a lake and its cold waters.
but somewhere among the salt-encrusted cars
and the antlers of a giant,
i dream of sharing a rainbow blanket with you.
it's large enough to warm us both in the frosty air,
like a cocoon for us to unify beneath.
we will watch, together, as the bicycles zip past our safe-haven.
and then:
a picnic, you said.
oh a picnic indeed, i replied.
and what a splendid picnic it will be
once we save enough money to go to michigan.
YOU ARE READING
the beekeeper.
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