Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Ants. They show me ants Marching across the path Suddenly a way to connect With the one that avoids me We see an evicted queen Or perhaps one starting out alone “They usually die” I’m informed Mate, don’t I know it. We watch the… Continue Reading “NaPoWriMo Day 16: Heavy”