Sunday, July 12, 2015

Mad Dogs and Mourning Doves

Lawrence Hall

Mad Dogs and Mourning Doves
go out in the Midday Sun

When nearly noon the old lawnmower is stilled
The unexpected silence is a pause
While an unseen conductor turns a page:
Morning cicadas yield the program to
The responsorial midday mourning doves
Who descant songs across the lonely fields
Whence midday heat has driven all but them
Exchanging love-notes through the drowsy hours
All unaware that when October comes
They’ll have to pack away their amphibrachs

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