Dee Allen.

Bliss


Stuffed burrito, freed from foil, wrapped repast
In a spinach tortilla, enjoyed on a blanket on the grass.
Guacamolé, rice, salsa & black bean goodness, savoured with a friend.
Hers, wrapped in wheat. Bottled orange juice, red grapes for meal's end.
Picnic for two, in awe of in-progess biology.
Twittering birds, insects fly, sunshine in the lap of ecology.
Seated before an engraved headstone, flower bouquets, rows of crypts—
Bizarre to the average normie—to me, it's bliss.