This poem is taken from Stand 216, 15(4) December 2017 - February 2018.

Herbert Woodward Martin Two Poems
Untitled #2  

For George R. Garrison
in memory of Buffalo, California and Kent

A little old man in the white scruffy beard  
comes towards me, to inform me that my  
shoe laces are undone, he must think that  
my life is unraveling strand by strand before
his very dedicated eyes; he wants me to take  
better care of myself and my possessions  
because everything before him is fleeting.  
He seems willing to retie my shoes,  
but I get the job done before he can say  
‘Jackie Robinson’, while dropping my books  
on the ground. I have to admit,  
I will always have trouble,  
and always need help;  
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