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Eternal Commute

each ant scurries the melodrama plays on directed misdirection the constant hurry nor rhyme nor reason rules the roost when whirl and bump are what's produced

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/2/2021 8:29:00 PM

"each ant scurries the melodrama plays on" - black Friday shopping mayhaps?

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 12/2/2021 6:08:00 PM

A great last stanza, gw, I think chaos creates chaos (but you said it much better!)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 7:21:00 PM

Chaos, Agent 99? Chaos? ~ Agent 86 (Don Adams)

L Milton Hankins

Date: 12/2/2021 2:17:00 PM

I've observed this in ants, but I'm wondering if you are writing metaphor here. I think that last stanza could have been written after a visit to the mall during the holiday season, eh?

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 6:41:00 PM

How did you know that my aunt got mauled, Milt?

Mike Gentile

Date: 12/2/2021 10:32:00 AM

And are we the ants GW?? Good one ! Happy Thursday!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 6:38:00 PM

Now you have asked the $64,000 question, Mike. And the answer is -- hummina-hummina-hummina-humminah ~ Ralph 'Honeymooner' (Jackie) Gleason

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 12/1/2021 10:16:00 PM

They're really going places! A nice one, Gershon. :D

Gershon Wolf
Date: 12/2/2021 6:35:00 PM

Ants are on that bridge to nowhere, it seems. ... Hope all is well with you, Evelyn. Take good care, Gershon