This is a poem of mine (yes, a poem of mine! 
) that was published in Sandhill Review this past year.
Sandhill Review is a book of poetry, prose, and some graphic arts that is published annually by some faculty and students of Saint Leo University. It includes works from the Saint Leo “community” and from the Tampa area.
This years book included some great work by much better poets, than myself, such as Peter Meinke and Gianna Russo. It was pretty cool to have my name and poem listed alongside some really good poets.
Anyway, I thought I would share this here.
On a Blanket in the Grass
by Michael Picot
I wonder if we’ll ever get back there.
on a blanket in the grass,
without a single care.
Money was not an issue,
and time wasn’t when or where.
I only knew that I was with you.
I knew it with every sense of me.
With all the energy and feeling,
And, every expense of me.
Everything was wide and open.
I will always remember,
The smell of the humid air,
through your hair.
And the taste of raindrops,
against your skin.
I don’t know if we’ll ever get back there.
On a blanket, in the grass,
Without a single care.
But, I am willing to try.
I have a blanket,
And clouds are forming in the sky.
Copyright © 2007 Michael Picot
