Up in Smoke, July 2013



the tiniest ant I ever laid

eyes on keeps on getting

my attention as


I read this book from

the 50s  entrenched with

interesting words


not used anymore

I take notes, a letter

at a time while she keeps


on moving up and down

around the page – slightly

scared if I happen to move


the more engaged if I lay still

or stop reading and turn

golden eyes to her


the tiniest ever so fast so

busy I’ll guess

she’s from the 50s too


quickly coming and going

she seems to exists cause

I’m looking at her though


she was before



2013-08-06 13.20.13

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