Grasshoppers
Grasshoppers.
friday a.m.
cumulonimbus sky palaces
heavy with promise
glide teasingly above Wild Enough.
thirty days of thirst beg to be quenched
the trees are tinder
and grass will burn like excelsior
the local ants worry
about low levels in the neighbourhood well.
friday p.m.
then the grasshoppers come
the summer ones
pouring out of the cities
they roar up to their summer palaces
in dusty blood spattered chariots
grim grime picked from picturesque roads
that lead to shangri-la, comealot
and bide-a-wee.
friday later p.m.
and the grasshoppers come
into the tinder trees of Wild Enough
and start blazes on alters of jubilation
sacrificing meat tubes
and marshmallows in celebration
for passing whole through the vale
of four lane strife
to attain a weekend of hedonistic life.
saturday a.m. & p.m.
and the grass hoppers come to summer
to enjoy their pristine land
of lundy cocoons around manicured lawns
and fauna shopping from garbage cans.
on saturday morning the chariot scrubs
then a dip in the lake and a sun
the afternoon spent watering plots of grub
in the evening bonfires and fun.
they cry their taxes outrageous
for the amenities Wild Enough provides
and think the ants take advantage
of grasshoppers who summer nearby.
sunday a.m. & p.m.
what luck the grasshoppers chortle
to have sun thirty days in a row
not a drop to tarnish our golden hours
hope it lasts ’til tonight when we go.
let us enjoy the bountiful sweet water
from our convenient neighbourhood well
we pay too much for it in taxes
the ants can go to hell.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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