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Looking up at Antares

Written by Izzi on 8/1/2022

I looked up at Antares
but Antares did nothing to acknowledge me.
I looked down at the dandelion
and it could care less.
I walked toward a tree and scared half a dozen birds.
I stepped on ants, scared a harmless snake and
a gecko left left its tail behind,
for me to find
nature is simply a brief diversion from
what lies beyond this precious moment.