It's Still Life

 
Ants

They string. In file. Piggyback
into the base of sycamores.
Roots. Hard as foot prints.
Roots. Wedged between
the here and there. Leaves
underfoot. The soft smell
of crushed autumn and ants.

for NaPoWriMo Day 13: Up-end common phrases and AprPAD Day 13: Insects
 

It’s National Poetry Writing Month, which explains the surge in activity. I’m following three different sites generating daily prompts. Writers’ Digest Poetic Asides, the National Poetry Writing Month website (NaPoWriMo) and my old friend, Walt, over at Gnomes. All of these pieces are drafts.