In The Grass Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Festooned by swooning song birds:
The ground crumbled by lopsided crowns-
Sea anemones, water grapes;
Places under the bus, the truancy of canoes-
How long does the otter hold its breath as it knows
Its craft,
What words doesn’t it sing, held tightly to its
Own chest:
Vestless, the world of housewives has no need for
Windmill,
Buxom- Chablis on a quartz patio festooned by
Omnipotent clouds and sunshines:
The rays burning through her childhood, heartstrings
Her bosom:
Her children play with the ants across the decorations
In the grass.