For G 60 (My job, now)

I stand next to the nectarine tree, and the ants like me, too, i can tell, the colony is smiling youre here again – we’re all friends

I stand for four hours almost, i probably arent even aware how many set ups theres been, but surely now fully rooted into hate networks

To catch a glimpse of your veil, is why i toil like an ant, standing solid as a tree, to see you, G, behind your image words come to me

Your Feminine touch on the softest parts of my mind, reflects your Love onto my Love, my job, now, to gift your Beauty back to the world, my Muse