little ant woke up, his antennae leery of the cascading dusty cliffs
antie ant strolled near, skating on dirty turfs of pecan and vanilla
“how fast you glide, how smooth you hasten!” younger ant wispily admired
antie ant felt her cold blood glow, warming from an inside shine
then off they both veered
eager for their next stage: a maple flower shaded in caramel gray sky
what do you see or imagine?