Danielle Wheeler

Monday, April 14, 2008

The Nocturnal Picnic

The parents mutter about almost being
murdered by owls and bats; the children
hug large red stones to their chests
to hold them down. In the woods
behind them, leaves are moving
although there is no wind.
They seem tired and glad it's over, as
they walk at dawn through the wet meadow,
carrying their empty baskets.

Gregory Orr

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