The Tablenaut

Salt shaker and ant. adjusted

A wayward ant meanders on my kitchen table

To savor ghosts of meals that passed this way.

An archaeologist of ketchup spots and gravy stains

To read the hieroglyphics of pate.

A great explorer is this little guy

To cross the huge expanse of asphalt tile

And climb the table leg to wooden sky,

Investigate eternal mysteries of kitchen,

Surmount a sugar bowl to answer why

And how the world is made and when, and who

Could fabricate infinity with staples

And wood and nails and paint and glue.





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