picknicking

again the four men like gulls
are loud at the picnic table
crossing my path on the walking trail
that i cautiously chose

listening
attentively to the heart
and mind of my ears
and eyes, my invisible being

now tired of men, women, children
and automobiles
with deafening noise level
damaging my fragile ear drums

in this step fatherly
land these men in mother
tongue make up with such excess
for the scarcity of picnicking

07.08.2012