A Picnic

And their songs rose
Higher than the trees
And float in the warm air

The birds fly past
The rings of smokes
Rising from hearths
Made of bricks and mud

The children play hide and seek
Those who don’t they chase
The chameleon in to their holes
A few change colors out of fear

The picnickers jump into
Eddies of water and come out
Feeling breathless

Their wives clap standing at
The edge and wish they could
Drag them in to pool