Poetry

a sign

TEN ANT PARKING ONLY:
spaces for ten
crummy cars
span centimetres
of a parking lot
so in proximity
black ants
can unload
morsels and tidbits
to trek
up their hill
across metres
of monotone
asphalt
where soon
black rubber wheels
will roll out
ant innards
                  as one day
we too will be nailed
like this sign
we scan
as we pass
too busy to pause
weighted with bags
from the deli
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