Dear Fire Ant Hill Near the Railroad Tracks Where I Grew Up
Forgive me.
I was walking along the tracks and came across you boiling at the edge. I didn’t know it then, but I was looking for the road out of there, a path away to my new self.
You were interesting. You were a cloud of anger. Young boys love menace. A stick was all it took. I gambled on the length.
I pulled some stinging soldiers from my socks. You went back to waiting to be angry. I found the road out.
Forgive me. And thanks.
