Raking leaves

I am an ant, of course an ant
I was at dawn by instinct sent,
I'll rake the leaves till the sun is set,
Till spiders finish making nets.

I'll clean the moss, I'll clean the grass,
While I do that my day will pass,
When to the bay at eight I'll get,
The sea will lick my joyful sweat.

August 2011, Long Island


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