a picnic: for Chuck & the plant lady

she said
let’s have a picnic
you know
a blanket and we
egg salad sandwiches
warm ice tea
crumb cake a thermos
of Constant Comment Tea
fun in the shade
of an old apple tree
plastic forks napkins
for you and me
and ants flys mosquitoes
oh what glee
ah life is so different
for you for me

Dispersion and Convergence by Tom Clark

Like musical instruments
Abandoned in a field
The parts of your feelings

Are starting to know a quiet
The pure conversion of your
Life into art seems destined

Never to occur
You don’t mind
You feel spiritual and alert

As the air must feel
Turning into sky aloft and blue
You feel like

You’ll never feel like touching anything or anyone
Again
And then you do