Lost and Found

Sometimes open. Sometimes closed.

Sometimes young. Sometimes old.

Sometimes begging. Sometimes proud.

Sometimes lost. Sometimes found. exoticpicnicsign Exotic picnic covers the range, Veronica and Betty, nasty and nice, peanut butter and jelly, virtue and vice.

Sometimes breakfast. Sometimes lunch.

Sometimes whiskey. Sometimes punch.

Sometimes scholar. Sometimes dope.

Sometimes felon. Sometimes pope.

Took a turn down the lane with the plebian name, Snickersville Tpke – perhaps it was eponymous, in dedication to a departed pet, Snickers, a cocker spaniel maybe, or King Charles spaniel, a tri-colored critter. Stone walls or fences – we debated their differences – curled and roved the contours of the shoulder brambles, and that was the extent of the exotica. Got out to stretch, deliver the girl to summer camp, explore the meadow’s periphery. Wholesome as hell, it was that afternoon.

Wholesome as hell. Picnic exotica.lostsandwichweedsThere in the thistles, all by its lonesome, peaceful as a little dead bird, peanut butter and jelly, as though arranged by an undertaker. Seemed suspicious and I glanced over both shoulders.

Sometimes grown up. Sometimes child.

Sometimes thinkin. Sometimes wild.

Sometimes pray. Sometimes speak in tongues

Sometimes kneel. Neil Young.

Genuflected to take a closer look, just quick-like, not long enough to get itchy. lostsandwich2No matter your hunger, you would not undertake to eat this still life. It still had life. I swear we saw it breathe, ever so softly, and rapidly, like the beating of small, leavened wings.

Sometimes potato. Sometimes rice.

Sometimes nasty. Sometimes nice.

Sometimes ma. Sometimes dad.

Sometimes happy. Sometimes sad.

What a beautiful day. What a beautiful day.

What a beautiful day for going home.

Sometimes open. Sometimes closed.

Sometimes young. Sometimes old.

Sometimes begging. Sometimes proud.

Sometimes lost. Sometimes found.

Sometimes lost. Sometimes found.

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2 responses to “Lost and Found

  1. Gotta know, did someone eat the sandwich after it was in the grass? 10 second rule?

  2. It looked so peaceful, we left it there. Here is a post about the 5 second rule:
    https://midnightsnack.wordpress.com/2007/05/18/dishing-the-dirt-on-bologna/

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