​(Your sound advice.)

Your sound advice has been
received and placed
in the bread-box repository where
all such sagacity is stowed
until it hardens
and stales and is
covered in mold and becomes
old, too old to fulfill
its intended purpose. I,
the unwilling target,
apologize to you now
having been lent the clarity
of a retrospective lens.
I understand that you cannot make French toast out of stale advice.
But you can crumble it up
and feed it to the ducks.
Wouldn’t it be nice
if they took the advice?
 



Samantha Guss is a senior at Vassar college. When she grows up she'd like to stay there for a while, see what it's like, and then begin shrinking back down. That is, unless she becomes a poet. But these things are potentially the same.