The Ant Hill

It sticks with me,
cures me
but not for love.
Its for law.
A great blanket
of comfort grows
out of the inanimate.
The city bears a smile,
not cheer, but commerce.
.
I open my eyes
in the darkness.
A small light glows
through the window,
like the light of strangers
when I travel. What
city is this?