Sunday Picnic in Kyoto

by Nick Anthony

Morning frustrations melt away
As the heat of the sun warms the grass.
The day is a hot, but welcome, departure
From a premature foray into fall.
Under the cover of its colorful umbrella,
The canopy of changing leaves keeps us cool.

In a joyous powwow we sit,
Building a bilingual Babel,
Our drunken wit and banter produce
A chorus of lingua-franca laughter.

Wine and spirits flow freely this afternoon,
And frivolity reigns supreme.
Tree climbing, slack-lining, childish glee
Reverberates through every bone in my body.

Cold days are coming, but not quite yet.
An unspoken sense to savor the warmth
Suck dry the final juices of summer
And  hold on to the colors of life.


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