So let the father want,
and like, and cry, and laugh,
and trim, tweak, craft, and fix,
and be therefore solidified.
And let him say aloud
“I want” without chagrin,
but fully in view of his son.
And then the son will be solidified
and want with electrified want
the charged and fathered world
and together they’ll craft that garden
where the paths entrance
and the blooms amaze
the dying father and the waking son.