Apricot Picnic Poem by Susan Lacovara

Black plums and painting pictures
Near a creek that carries a tune
And there we'd lay out
Two stripped souls
Against the summer's sad and said goodbye

I'd cut you apples
And watch as your mouth devoured my heart
Studying clouds smooching, overhead
They care not...
As we once did the same....

Apricot affection
For our played out picnic
....And then......
...............the rain........
.......................began...........
................................to fall.........