Hungry Ants
This morning we are hungry ants that stumbled on a melon shell
Crawled into a crest of sun to savour an enchanted well
The gold unfolds in moats of throats, we’re ripe upon the looping May
Luminous on flesh that swipes as bears into our pause of day
And I know that soon we’ll work and climb, slugging up another hill
But right now we’ll shake fat roses with our bellies giddy on the thrill
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