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June 18 2009

Text By Greg Fallis

Wishing you were here.
Wishing we were on a picnic
with chicken salad sandwiches
with dill mayo.
Wishing we had a motorcycle with a sidecar.
Wishing we could ride away and have picnics
in Bisbee, Arizona
in the Mule Mountains.
Wishing the blackbird in the nearby tree
was a wood thrush
whose flute-like song is the perfect complement for the
waxen light of the fireflies
which will soon appear to make me
wish you were here.