Nature Walk

by errtu2

Published August 5, 2008

I sit on the grassy Golgotha

thinking of the red ant


Watching her graze me with her shapely jaw

I suspect daylight treachery, the way she searches my elbow.


panic strikes her as her food grinds her into

primordial ooze and loose spirit


Oldie but goodie

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