Math

When my dad still had a sweep
Of thin brown hair across his head
He looked through glasses and said,
"Count the beans son."
"One, two, three…"
He said,
"Add the beans son."
"Two and two and two…"
He said,
"Divide the beans son."
"………………"
He said,
"Numbers are always the same."
"But…"
He said,
"Always."

I saw the beans turn to beetles
A mob of homework eating beetles
And he saw numbers that never change
.......into anything.