Worry is a Flower

I worry
but I blossom worrying
like flowers along the river
nobody planted

I worry about a tiny ant
on mail I brought inside
please don’t jump off
to be eternally lost from your tribe

I couldn’t handle the karma
of an ant ghost in my house
I race to the front door
and blow and blow

you land on wind schmutz
in a corner of my porch
take your stoic death somewhere else
your monumental absence, ant

I breathe heavy
from the close call with compassion
it’s exhausting, later
my fingers turn to petals