Cicadas echoing to their house wives <br />That is this <br />And this is that- as the cars drive by, <br />And the cat <br />Sleeps on holidays- sleeps a long while on <br />The mat: <br />The sky above the trees of that- the houses <br />In ribbons upon the lake, <br />The families within them taking the take- <br />Festival of their bodies <br />I watch them partake, them never conceiving <br />The mistake of mistake <br />And they are leaning fully into the shade <br />As the fox cleans out the chicken coops <br />In which the hens thought to have laid.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-the-shade/
