PHOTOGRAPH OF FLORENCE THOMPSON with three of her children by Dorthea Lange, 1936. Reproduced from The Commons on Flickr with use restricted to personal, educational or research purposes. Linked to Poetry Jam.
PICNIC
We'll picnic on the barren ground.
I have some bread, but
no sweet tonic
for your parched throat.
Angel at my side,
put the empty basket down,
here's the babe,
set her within.
Hello God,
here's another sacrifice.
Clouds of sand,
a sting to the eyes.
Let's find a tree
to guard us
from the regal sun.
The air dry as a bone,
twigs to play with,
nibbled clean by crunching ants.
Destiny runs its course,
surely means to bring fairness,
goodness to this day.
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