Monday, June 7, 2021

The Fields of Ants in Poems

Walt called them brown,
Back when he lived
For a few months
On a street named

With a Dutch name
That sounds like kin
To some of us.
Who else has called

Ants brown? E.O.?
What if Ralph had
Not read the Leaves
Of Grass, not liked

Them, praised them high
And low? In poems,
Old fields of ants
Till all we know.