Feeding The Fire Ants

a mass of ants
devour a leaf
including
the stem
and I soon
discover
that I know
several things
none of which seem
relevant to this
so I reach
to a tree
near
the crawling
clawing
pile
of
six-legged pincers
and pull off
a juicy
green
piece of foliage
off
gently
and feed
the fire
again

© 2009

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My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky

She is the Flow

She could explain beauty to a flower
She is that amazing

But, dare she
appreciate
the many twists and turns
on the limbs of this tree?

With her I take my comfort
knowing that
when I stop
and talk to the ants

that she might stop
and talk to them with me

Understanding
the true and precious nature of ants

and that they are wonderful communicators
not to mention
good friends to have

Her acceptance of me
disarming

Getting to know her
a joyful gift

Unexpected
like the word
“Sugarbuns”

I take delight in my own handwriting
knowing I write for her

because she is
the Flow

And once you know
the Flow…

that’s all
there ever really is

to know

© 2009

My Only Weapon Is My Pen - The written words of one enigmatic lunatic known as DakaSky