My poet professor friend
Brought me a bag this morning
With magazines in which
His work appeared.
I am to keep what I want
And pass the rest on
To others here at Golden Pines
The stewardship of possibility.
May not be quite
The proper word,
Those small-press journals,
Most from college towns,
By which our culture is preserved.
He frets lest this seem vain,
But it is rather a great
Kindness, a gift of friendship and
Something more, which with my own
I cannot yet bring myself to do,
Which is to spare his sons, his heirs
Our legacy, left as possiblity or just as piles of stuff. Pass it on! – mh clay