Ante Ant



When you come inside yourselves
what will you find
what will you find...
dragging the sleeves of years
Cuffed full of rupturing pearls
It is time to plant the seeds again
we watch planted as simple flocks
scatter like forests of threadbare trees
turning into birds into flags
just born for the breeze,
let us wear these cloths of naked note
let bye the bye be for Time
may freeze these dusts about our face
like ant scented duty...forward M a r c h...



Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-05-18 at 00:32

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