On the ground observing , with some trepidation, the microbes
as usual with the munchies for anything organic.
I fit the bill but my inorganic part, what swept Keats off his feet,
called for another round.
That probing into what even when visible is rarely understandable when you try to put the divisible parts back together again.
I've plenty of sunsets recorded on my camcorder but no sunrises
But still time flies with or without the memories that could always use some editing.
The killer ants are digging up the lawn
The tip of their colonization is observable
and for a moment I let my imagination join them
It's an invasion
They think my back yard is Iraq, or maybe Iran.
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