AXE

It's hard to imagine he's courting her but

My high school principle Leonard J. Fliedner

Seems often about when I dream of Baba Yaga

(What? You think you never dream of Baba Yaga?

The last time you woke up in wondering tears 

Perhaps it was because she'd looked at you or

Some smoke from her foul pipe was in your eye.)

He is stick-thin still but looks a little healthier 

The other night when I stopped by he had an axe

And was splitting wood for her. He was wearing,

As always, a grey three-piece suit and a blue tie,

His long, thin fingers holding the axe just so.