Wednesday, September 12, 2018


.. is not its real name.
The ants. So we suspended the rule about cups on the ground.
A solitary black beetle crosses the ants' path. I saw this many times.
The future is fearful, but it hurts less than the past.
Cork-oaks, stripped to maroon tights.


Night sky: Venus, Mars red and bright,
The familiar constellations mothed with other stars,
The Milky Way a daze
Like a fossil layer.


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