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29.xi.24
the ants believe in
the rain
they gather to it, offering
draw what little light towards
it is the dark of their always deep
so solemn with the telling
each to other in the knowledge
certain, sure – cloud’s resurrection
though some in the nest have never seen such
they know the parable well
rain is most meaning in their ways
ants are of earth to climb, quite fearless
up through green to where still blue
call bliss their many hands in prayer
call toil their fervid feet, shone shoes
though it may never yet have been
still the ants will place their faith in rain
we should consider them
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