The first mulberry has dropped.
On the path,
not yet stained by tree blood and seed,
a lone black ant rushes
around the sapphire.
Like Aaron measuring Moses' ascent
into Sinai's mystery,
it hesitates at jewel's edge,
antennae flush
and scissored jaws flexing,
then hurries away,
forgetting to bow and tip
the trail bright
with essence.
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