A Poem for Dropped Things

A reference to the unswept floor? Maybe. I would hope this is not what I would wish for my ancestors, or what I think of them. Evidently the Romans believed leaving food on the floor, or tromp l'oeil versions of it would be nourishing for the dear departed. Yikes. And yet there is something wonderful about having a use for those dropped table scraps beyond feeding the cat or dog. I like to think of this one as a harmless cornucopia. Mostly harmless.