Three Lessons



for JFP
as She Leaves Vermont
for Vassar College

I.                    The Lesson of Frankie Wagtail

That stunted billy goat
knocked you down into the mud
like a little doll
because your winter coat
reminded him of his mother.

Beware of goats named Frank.


II.  The Lesson of Parents

Before they made you,
the Champion of Lawnmowers
and the Queen of Zucchinis lived in empty rooms
in white shirts.
Then they bought some Hawaiian shirts
and sang you around
filling their rooms and dancing on the lawn
among the squashes.

Send them new shirts.



III.  The Lesson of High Places

Your mother taught my boys
to go backwards down the stairs
one at a time pinching
the lip of each step above
then reaching back and down with feet
for each new one
before letting go
and so they do quite well these days
having not yet fallen
down the stairs.

In Vermont of many obvious cows
several thousand feet above most else
I have watched you
with your great bouncing nests of chestnut curls
playing among the squashes
and being very, very good
and that is almost all
that need be said
except that at some Places of Liberal Arts
the hair requires artifice
and the cows are identifiable
only by their leavings

and so I also say, Moo moo:

Be very, very good
and if you cut your hair do so knowing
the people in Hawaiian shirts who grow squash blossoms in the lawn
wait at the top of the stairs
to catch you
(hair or no)
upwards
if you fall.