June 24

comments 6

Earlier today
I was watching

sugar ants
make an easy

ingress through
the open screen door,

like spilt beads from
a split necklace,

themselves, bit

by amber bit,
making something new

but not unexpected–
The form reveals itself.

Or so we would hope,
tomorrow marking

a closer return
to our beginning–

what animal sense
has brought us back here?

A return being
at heart

the same
as an ending–

a prologue
in other words


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