The corn is down, the gleaning begins.
The gleaners – squirrels and rabbits,
birds and deer – harvest the unharvested kernels.
It’s what you might call a field day,
no objections from the farmer,
no quarreling among the gleaners.
I too am a gleaner coming along
after the scholars have harvested
the works of Dante, Shakespeare,
and John of the Cross.
The experts have stored
in their intellectual silo
the cream of the crop.
I gather a few crumbs
and am satisfied.