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By Michael Bartlett

Coffee by the creek.
Feeling the sun’s love as my skin burns.
Ants raid the plastic lid for chocolate sweet rations.
Their actions speak loud through my words,
though still go unheard.
And as they plunder my waste, I’m left wondering,
if that sugar coated coffee cup I call trash is to a hundred other lives of such great worth, what other treasures do I throw in the dirt?