Ant Hills

Noveyre

Potted plant, ceramic, 

the dirt and the ants inhabit

its cracks and crevices, aged

and lightly eroded

moreover

 

Sweet Home, so ugly

chipped floors, bubbled ceiling 

the squeaky doors with the

broken anything

 

But I know your sidewalks

better than anyone else.

No other place has the same ant hills.

They miss me more than anyone could.

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 1st, 2021 21:44
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments1

  • L. B. Mek

    Awesome!
    thanks for choosing to share, dear poet



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