He has dumped the shaker out
onto the café floor.
While his father sweeps
the grains into a pile,
Levi bounces on his haunches,
red shoes interfering,
saying and resaying
the new word with
…doubt…then
…care…
…alacrity…
and he has mastered it,
this new thing and its name!
His hungry eyes
cast out their net for
students to instruct—
There! He’s enchanted one,
and springing to his feet, Levi
proclaims, with fresh authority:
SALT!
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