overripe
the heat has lifted the green
from the pasture. though the
air is thick, with sweat steaming
off the dry blades of grass.
the smell of earth is strong
from dirt baking, cracking
itself into islands for ants
there is yet another life
found in this discomfort
of this world so
overripe
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gorgeous!
Very nice poem – going from “ants” to “this world.”