The flagstones have been uprooted,
from underground and leaves scattered
in all directions. Today, after a fierce rain, stones
in the sun turn red and blue - shapes of water
Jane likes to lift the stones, to
see the ants and
other strange creatures who burrow for a living. Their
legs, heads, antennae swirl erratically in a panic
of sensing - the loose wires of a civilization coming apart.
We look on.