At The Museum of Natural History

The lessons we learned here

(fumbling with our lunchbags,

handkerchiefs

& secret cheeks of bubblegum)



were graver than any

in the schoolroom:

the dangers of a life

frozen into poses.



Trilobites in their

petrified ghettos,

lumbering dinosaurs

who'd outsized themselves



told how nature was

an endless morality play

in which the cockroach

(& all such beadyeyed



exemplars of adjustment)

might well recite the epilogue.

No one was safe

but stagnation was



the surest suicide.

To mankind's Hamlet,

what six-legged creature would play

Fortinbras? It made you scratch



your head & think

for about two minutes.

Going out, I remember

how we stopped to look at

Teddy Roosevelt,

(Soldier, Statesman, Naturalist,

Hunter, Historian,

et cetera, et cetera).



His bronze bulk (four times life size)

bestrode Central Park West

like a colossus.

His monumental horse



snorted towards the park.

Oh, we were full of Evolution & its lessons

When (the girls giggling madly,



the boys blushing) we peeked

between those huge legs to see

those awe-inspiring

Brobdingnagian balls.