I'm not sure of the ettiquette of commenting on poems outside the poetry forums (or fori?), but this is too remarkable to pass up. How delightful that a poem that is in various ways about "forms" should wear its own form so gracefully; like a person truly graced with good manners, it behaves without seeming to fuss or force itself into a pattern. Everything is so well mannered, in fact, that I am willing to live with my puzzlement about the connection between the set up, that is, the wonderful, evocative home scene, and the image of the misbehaving child and the mother's comment (with its wonderful play on "going places"). Even without my being able to explain it, the poem coheres.
Richard
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