2001/ants

Ants scurry under
the blender.
Looking for water,
the first day
of August.
There are things
we’re supposed
to do,
like boiling
peppers,
and pouring the water
on the mound.
Our whole town
is a mound,
it doesn’t work.
Everything goes into
the frig,
the honey,
the compost,
unripe fruit
with a broken skin.

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