Picnic—We flirt and eat cake in the rain. Bad actors banter and run through fake rain. Classics’ women vanquished by weather. They faint in
everybody’s making holes the chicks scratch through their litter only to find yesterday’s news beneath the flickers peck the earth for ants and enlarge
MOUNTAIN AVENS This is when the birds start to lay eggs. And this one starts to uncoil. Today the sky is most unfriendly. Downright