We live in a time of ants
And heat seeping through
The walls of our dwellings
Like the cries of crows
At dawn or the amazement
Felt that day sky’s canopy
Descended once and for all
Making, finally, everyone equal
And thankful for skin, blood and bone,
The mystery of dreaming, grapes
Fat and purple on the tangling vine
And how the seasons turn and turn
Bringing everything to fruition.
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