Picnic

I flutter a plaid blanket onto

Central Park grassland

only a meager step

from our rooms around

the corner on 81st Street

lift my pink and pale baby dressed in froth

from her carriage—-set her down in the sunlight

put a rattle nearby——place myself akimbo

watch baby & unwrap my tuna fish

sandwich —— start eating

open a book read a few lines ——- history thing

rejoice in my simultaneous

double triple experience

I tickle baby

take a picture

chew

Hi baby I wisp

pick up baby —– smile

and rock ——- ever so often

bite a crescent of sandwich, scan a page

we’re having a picnic baby I sing

baby babbles and coos and waves her rattle

multitasking like crazy

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