Normal

I’m stooping scooping
ants out of their home
where grass meets path

The good humor ice cream stick
catapults them into the air
to drop and scurry crazily about

I dig with a vengeance
faster and deeper
to get to the bottom of things

It’s early Sunday morning hot July
No one is up or out
Too early for church goers

Dad’s up making his coffee.
i volunteer to get his Luckies and paper
from the store across the street

DON’T BE TOO LONG.
YOUR MA MAY WANT SOMETHING
FROM THE STORE LATER.

ok dad               

The sick breaks between two stones
i gently push the dirt into the crater
and brush away any visible ants

Everything is normal again.

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