february twenty-first, twenty-second, twenty-third, twenty-fourth time(s)

the hairy knees of ants
shudder in the pale
autumn wind. finally,
an idea: legwarmers.
they stumble, wobbling,
into the cupboard and
step gingerly into the
soft entrails of a moldy
bag of flour. their shins,
white as lilies, tremble
a little less. they are
grateful, and tired,
and stick out like
sore thumbs as they
trod home in perfect
rows through each
frosted tuft of grass.