Mind's motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching
the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the
plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my
tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon
pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in
traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion
cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on
treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat.
Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 2nd, 2025 02:49
- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday while fixing dinner I was stung on the foot by what I initially thought was a horsefly. Brushing it with my other foot the pain remained. Looking down I saw a large black ant. Stooping down to pull it off I saw dozens of others swarming about. Sweeping them outside I saw tens of thousands swarming the side of the house. Going out the other door literally millions surrounding the house, covering the walks and porch. Each step on the grass produced a foot full clinging. Retreating inside I had numerous hitch hikers that had to be removed. Today they are gone not a dead body of the one's I squashed left behind as if it were a dream, but the bites on my feet remind me it was not a hallucination.
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