Picnic Tables of the Living

A place to sit, a place to meet
Consider please the possibility
A community where touch is lost
Coldness not civility

Rise up and join the feast!
Put down your mice and keyboards
Flee outside among the leaves
Join the living, breathing hordes

Just come and sit with me a while
Won’t you join my humble seat?
Stay and eat, perhaps to talk
A please to sit, a place to meet

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