by William C. Blome


Fat kids picnic slowly
by the lake. When they leave,
baked beans are everywhere.
Swans come off the water,
eat beans and then pass gas
through what's left
of the light of day.
You decide to leave me,
late clouds obscure
the moon and stars;
just don't keep trying to tell me
sequence is unimportant.


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