The Big Bang

take us to our ancestor
The Sun —
and it’s burning,
we may not see its rays
but we can feel
gray areas of —
concrete,
and it scorches,
and the ants are dancing
their little dance
to the grains they call home
would you call this home?

there is more “fire”
more “heat”
than a surfing internet
it’s trickling down, crashing —
waves
a distraction,
they say it takes two to tango
but it takes more
to call this place a home.
would you call this home?

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Photo: Luke Jones