The Inspiration for this poem is Vincent Van Gogh's "Undergrowth with Two Figures."
Let’s take a walk on this fine Spring Day
As we used to do in the time far away.
In the bower we'll gambol with glee
And stop to kiss beneath the oak tree.
Oh, the air is so sweet! Could it get any better?
No, I don’t think you'll need your sweater.
Let’s run to the wood and recapture our time.
Yes, we’ll watch out for the ticks that cause Lyme.
Let’s go to the fields, ourselves all alone.
What’s that you say? No, I don’t have my phone.
Let’s stop and nap on a large, warm rock.
No, I swear, I haven’t seen your sun block.
Ah, when you were a lass and I was your fella...
For Jesus Christ sake, leave the umbrella!
We’ve been this way before, so I really can’t guess,
Why you would suggest we bring the GPS.
Could we just leave, like maybe today?
No, I have not seen your bug spray.
Since when are you allergic to April grasses?
Jeez Louise, here’s your sunglasses!
I won’t start the car because a walk we seek.
Holy shit, you’ve packed for a week!
How can I schlep this mighty sack?
Have you forgotten my gimpy back?
You can’t either on account of your knee.
Oh hell, lets just cuddle up and watch the TV.