A Drawer of Fossils

 

I climb the marble steps and push the door

then hear my footsteps cross the museum floor

 

to the stairs and gallery four. Here and there

children sit with crayons and a questionnaire,

 

each careful eye and concentrating frown

proving nothing's old or tired beneath the sun,

 

which proof propels my squeaking footsteps to

our maple drawer of fossils rendezvous.