Introspection
and when I use a certain urinal, there's a
spot I focus on, on the tiled wall;
and everytime; an ant comes out, takes a
few turns, stops and looks directly at me,
and then retreats back into its hidden ant-home
am I really so banal?
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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