PoetryAnts by Laurie Klein in the July 2024 issuePublished on June 10, 2024ShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint Come hither, for sugar . . . Countless antennae sweep the phantom scent trail left behind like a runic text, by the vigilant scout in the lead. O pheromones! O antsy, listening feet, swarming the green pantries of summer, each fattening bud candied We would love to hear from you. Let us know what you think about this article by writing a letter to the editors.