Macroscopic Ants

Ants seething with frustration move towards the
bridge’s post.
When they arrive before the frosted wood they struggle —

             these unkind limitations

—The falling helplessness splashes on the
cold lake.
The sun hears nothing of these
unkind limitations.

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