Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Bill Inge

it started
as a pic
nic for
two

we ate
sunshine
and absorbed
more then enough

food to fill four
swooning
couples
well

at least
for me being
the swooner and
she playing the part

of the swoony who
in an act of anger
makes a scene
and leaves

leaving me
to make the toast
of tea that she will be
always with me using the

almost foreign forever word
in the ending soliloquy
as i gather the four
corners of our

plaid empty
blanket world
tie it to the end
of a stick walking

while whistling now
a silhouette into
a lonely hobo's
sunset

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Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2019 at 9:53 AM Aww, it could have been a so much better day great imagery. Jeff Connelly September 9, 2019 at 7:37 PM Thank you Richard. Title play on words William Inge was the playwrite of "Picnic". So by saying "billing" I was hoping to translate the Shakespearean "all the world's a stage" thing.