A Walk by the Old House before
Visiting the Nursing Home
The crape myrtle & how it got there.
It’s blooming seemed to take forever.
Keep an eye on every crack
in the sidewalk. The rosemary
has grown enormous. One might grind
a sprig under one’s sneaker; later it laces
the common room’s stale afternoon air.
Your other eye is, of course,
focused on a Godforsaken prize.
You’ll break your mother’s back & then some.
See how awfully she wants to go home?
She envies you the ratty sneakers,
how just now you seemed capable of anything.