Ants and Grasshoppers
People in small town Indiana emerge from
the white-washed bank on SR 26
like ants from last year’s wedding cake.
They move slowly, as if they felt
their way by antennae and carried boulder-sized
crumbs in their jaws. Now they scatter.
the white-washed bank on SR 26
like ants from last year’s wedding cake.
They move slowly, as if they felt
their way by antennae and carried boulder-sized
crumbs in their jaws. Now they scatter.
They climb into their trucks. Human again,
they drive off, listening to the oldies.
They sing along. They frown at the news.
they drive off, listening to the oldies.
They sing along. They frown at the news.
Far away, the twitchy grasshoppers live
on black coffee in the city
and play their music on the banks
on black coffee in the city
and play their music on the banks
of the café au lait-colored river
whose swift current will carry them
out of this state.
whose swift current will carry them
out of this state.
The Ants and the Grasshopper -- Mark Bloodworth
Thanks for the illustration, Duane!
ReplyDeleteHmmm...Guess I'm a grasshopper.
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