It's ant colony nesting
in the sidewalk cracks
season again.
The toad choruses
have stopped croaking
now that they're done
with procreation
for the year.
The scabby lawn
is turning brown
but the dandelions
are holding on.
I know there's snow
somewhere, lingering
in shadowed passes.
I could toss a handful
like a white grenade,
if I but got up off my ass
and went.
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