A poem by Charles Farmer
You got the book I sent you!
I hope Yates is worth the walk from your apartment to the pool.
He is a good read, maybe an important read,
especially for a young man with your hairline and heart.
He saved me nine years ago when I vacationed with my wife and her family.
Her dad was angry, tossing bottles against a hotel window.
I walked to a beach and read Yates,
about his mom dying from too much of it all but still chiseling at ice.
My ex-wife, the L-shaped hotels, our stupid legacy as a couple–the stuff of Yates and ruined hotel windows.
Young people make stupid promises.
We don’t have to chisel so much ice.
A Capricorn since 1978, Charles Farmer has been bar-sitting and reading, underling the best lines and paragraphs since he was legal. Elizabeth Montgomery died before he could make a move. So he writes.