Little red ant
on my coffee cup
wind can't blow you off,
I did, near the crushed
whole stick of gum that
defies time you fell a
million million centimeters,
I'm sorry,
the lid was open,
the coffee hot,
It's going to pour tonight
Coat this damned earth
in pre-spring rain, the clocks are
jumping back, the sunlight
is lilac-dandelion mystery in
the swarming southern clouds,
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