Saturday, September 25, 2010
Lunch With Charlie
Ow! said I.
Too bad, remarked
Charlie the Ant.
I browse my paper at
the same outdoor lunch
spot and Charlie or
his ilk get me often.
Hey! Throw down a few crumbs
and we'll go crazy over ‘em
and thereby spare you.
Next time I did and--I want
to say thousands--but maybe
hundreds formed black seas around
tiny pale islands. The Nabisco Islands.
Oh a few outliers came my way still,
like poets leaving men
and women at picnics
to commune with
the sappy pines.
