MAYBE MINUS AN ANT OR TWO

after the picnic
they rolled up the sky
folded up

that particular patch of grass
plucked a few trees
put the sun back in its box

the kisses they hid
deep within themselves
so that

many years later
they could
unroll the whole shebang

savour the same scenario

down to the last dotted "i"
down to the last crossed "t"
maybe minus an ant or two

dressed as it is
in memory
but keeping the essential

ingredients...
the you...the I
until once again

it is
just as
it was

*


It's about a perfect day and with one last glance one tries to remember everything...burn it into the mind...each perfect detail. But Memory that imperfect creature will choose what to put in?leave out and so the stinging ants...out they go!