"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 QVC,

Or Sarah Lee,

Or parts unknown.

To summer lawns

Where machines converge--

blowers

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.