Tom Stauder, Forget-Me-Not
Tom Stauder, Forget-Me-Not
$287.50
Wood by Tom Stauder, Glass by Sarah Friskey
AN OLD MAN WITH A BACK YARD
By David Frankel
It tangles as it grows: it sprouts and shoots,
Unwatered, kicked a distance, kept apart.
He’s relinquished tamed and measured: has some boots
To keep the mud outside, a cup to start
The morning with. He doesn’t cultivate,
He just observes as it spreads out; he doesn’t force
Its spiriti to bend the knee. It’s late
To learn to leave the weeds alone. Of course
He can’t say what is wisdom, what fatigue:
By now he is a mash of both, and they
Resemble one another, are in league
To disconnect him. Sightlines slip; he’ll stay
Alone, above, implanted in his chair.
Some day the overgrowth will reach him there.