A TASTE OF MANZANITA HONEY

A TASTE OF MANZANITA HONEY

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I know I'm in trouble

when I start to identify

with the ants that keep trying

to get into the honey jar.

I've found a few

who made it,

tiny black corpses,

floating in their golden heaven.

Sighing, I scoop them out,

wipe the jar,

put it on another shelf.

They won't find it for a while.

Maybe those dead ants

are the lucky ones.

I, too, sometimes feel

I would die for a taste

of something sweet,

and so I eat chocolate
or take a drink
or watch a show
or have a toke,

and I wonder who keeps moving

the golden dreams.