A Scene Poem by kendall thomas

on the front lawn
soft spring come and gone
and summer sun
reveals its burning face

beyond farmers mow the blown waves
of green grain
beneath skeins of opal clouds
where cattle graze

and up and down the cherry tree
children play while
sunk in layers of fat
mother lies on a blanket
pudgy promise between her thighs

a baby drools at her feet
and bawls at the wind
and the wind throws back
its answer
and is gone