The poet should be
The blazed tree
That guides the old
Couple to the waterfall
On their anniversary
And not so much
As shiver when
The World comes
Dragging its ax
Through the leaves
And even when the World
Heaves its first swing
Into the outermost ring
The poet has spent all
Year putting on
The poet should stand
Still as they stood
The day they were blazed
By the young couple
Who wanted to be sure
They could find it again
Yes even as they
Begin to sway
And the World
Gets out of the way