City Ants
Trees in concrete
business plazas
are home to city ants.
Feet over stones,
and leftover lunch;
performing a new dance.
Brave, city ants—
they fight to survive
construction noise and suits.
City ants have
hope, wide eyes and heart,
and big jackets and boots.
The city ant dreams.
Oh, he's seen so much
beyond the field and tree.
Marching onward,
from country to sky,
the city ant is free.
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