Erica Francis

Rookie - 3 Points (January 7,1988 - September 17,2078 / Columbus, OH)

The End Of Our Picnic - Poem by Erica Francis

I packed the necessities
in fine features,
wit,
and figure.

All rolled
into one package
I headed
toward the sea.

I invited whomever would pass;
whomever
caught my fancy.

But my third guest,
my best guest,
my favourite guest,
has gone.

And now I sit
on blanketed sand
comparing all
who blindly wander by
to someone
who's forgotten
about our summer picnic.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 4, 2011


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