Jacques Réda: Expectations

Suddenly it's a matter
Of one of them abruptly getting dressed
And blushing, believing someone had called him.
Then he collects himself and, still, considers
The chairs, the elder trees pressed between the window
And the icy crystal of the sky he'd like to see fall.
And from the other side voices return, are trapped
In the thickness of walls held up to summer
(All of summer, outside, panting in the dust
Like a large black dog, a black and blue dog.)