Poetry

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I stepped outside into a garden taking a break
in the chaos of
daily work life.

A break to feel the warm sun on my
back, body, and
face.

Leaning on a railing bent over to closely
view the
flowers, I looked down at the
stone topped concrete
to see
a tiny tiny
ant rushing past the tip of
my shoe.


To me it was the world’s smallest
ant
ever.

Running oh so swiftly, It raced
from or to or nowhere
in its own world of
chaos.

I watched until the fellow
creature
disappeared in the near
distance.

I turned and went back
inside --
back to work
feeling not alone
and much
better.

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