Friday, August 2, 2013

"The Buzzing of Summer Lawns" (c)

Cicadas hum
Their good night calls.
Night falls
Again on the sleepy town.
Then morning comes,
And young men in their fast trucks
Roar down my street,
To the factory.
Or Sarah Lee,
Or parts unknown.
To summer lawns
Where machines converge--
and mowers
 stir up the grass.
Beer cans stay put
as young men
drive away in 
their fast trucks.
They screech their tires
and toss their cigs.
Why, we wonder?
As whirling
sprinklers hiss
their disapproval.

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