Las Hormigas
They pour though this tiny hole
No larger than a pinhead
Down the tile grouting
And out across the countertop they flow
A tidy stream of living dots …
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“WHAT DO ANTS HAVE TO DO WITH ART?!!!”
Yells dragon lady, top heavy
With bust, bangles, hairdo and makeup
Nearly knocking me out of my chair
And wrecking me for a week
***
Now I see this line of tourists
Filing down Matamoros Street
The block is short, the sidewalk narrow
And hewing to the wall they seem
The Word made Flesh, the providential
A… r…
n… t…
s…
w…
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To the Lady’s question
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