Fire Ant
I watch an ant sprint across the ground
with light steps and dark splotch
carrying white speck on hard rock
It does not see me on the other side
of colored glass, playing god with a match,
lit. It reaches and I pounce
Thin smoke rolls off of small antennae
I call it a fire ant
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