I go to get some
Cheerios, the ants
have already
made reservations.
They have found
the only treasure
in this house.
The O’s look like hugs.
The rest of the
pantry is empty
with only a few
cobwebs to decorate.
The house, pantry,
my heart, and the ants’ stomachs
all share one trait,
near emptiness.
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