He opens doors for her pulls out chairs
walks between her and the street
pumps the gas into her car.
He does all this and more for her
whether she likes it or not because he must.
Michael Estabrook is a recently retired baby boomer poet freed finally after working 40 years for “The Man” and sometimes “The Woman.” No more useless meetings under florescent lights in stuffy windowless rooms. Now he’s able to devote serious time to making better poems when he’s not, of course, trying to satisfy his wife’s legendary Honey-Do List.