Poem.
The Table From Jack's House.
The dining room table is crowed
With the books and papers I should
Have put away weeks ago.
Space enough for the laptop
To sit beside the glass of milk
I let grow warm
Even though I was so thirsty
When I poured it
Planning to drink it with the slice
Of brownie I ate over the sink.
We've only eaten here once
When family came for a moment
Brining macaroni salad
And a glass bowl I wish I thought
To use more often.
Some days I clear enough space
For a plate
And eat without watching tv
Though it plays the news of the world
For the empty living room.
The Carpenter Ants Know First.
It trails away
Small dribblings sliding
Its way down the glass
Of the building. Hardly
Enough to drown an ant
But for the small body waving
All six legs it is more than enough.
It will rain again tomorrow
But by then they will
Have reached
Higher ground.
The dining room table is crowed
With the books and papers I should
Have put away weeks ago.
Space enough for the laptop
To sit beside the glass of milk
I let grow warm
Even though I was so thirsty
When I poured it
Planning to drink it with the slice
Of brownie I ate over the sink.
We've only eaten here once
When family came for a moment
Brining macaroni salad
And a glass bowl I wish I thought
To use more often.
Some days I clear enough space
For a plate
And eat without watching tv
Though it plays the news of the world
For the empty living room.
The Carpenter Ants Know First.
It trails away
Small dribblings sliding
Its way down the glass
Of the building. Hardly
Enough to drown an ant
But for the small body waving
All six legs it is more than enough.
It will rain again tomorrow
But by then they will
Have reached
Higher ground.
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