Monday, March 3, 2014

Ajar

I left a jelly jar, ajar,
Forgotten on the forest floor
Something missed, for ants a gift
From strangers from afar

Through the canopy, a star
The first star of the night
A drop of rain, we'd best gone
Before it gets too dark

Picnic packed, back in the car
I'm thinking of that jar
And ants and rain and pretty girls
Who notice that first star

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