Diane Seuss; or when is a sonnet not a sonnet?

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I'm not going to weigh in on the sonnet question.  Mostly cause I've read a number of poems called sonnets that aren't sonnets so I think that the term has been bastardized by modern poets to lend a sense of sophistication.  It's really unnecessary as the poems are quite good.

Anyway, I do like Diane Seuss' poems.  It turns out that she wrote one of the first poems that resonated with me when I got started called "Backyard Song".  I had never heard of her and am not good with remembering authors anyway so didn't realize it until TqB's post and I searched some of her poetry.  Blah, blah I posted it below.  Funny, now that I've read more I would maybe cut the last stanza though I think for her that is the point of the poem.  What do you all think?

Backyard Song
BY DIANE SEUSS

Since it’s just me here I’ve
found the back and stayed
there most of the time, in
rain and snow and the
no-moon nights, dodging the front
I used to put up like a yard
gussied and groomed, all
edged and flower-lined, my
bottled life.
Uncorked, I had a thought: I
want the want
I dreamed of wanting once, a
quarter cup of sneak-peek
at what prowls in the back, at
what sings in the
wet rag space behind the garage, back

where the rabbits nest, where
I smell something soupish, sour and dank and it’s
filled with weeds like rough
cat tongues and
the wind is unfostered, untended,
now that it’s just me here and
I am so hungry
for the song that grows tall like a weed
grows, and grows.

When I was a
little girl
my ma said a woman gets
tired and sick
of the front yard, of
kissing the backside of a
rose.

I find her experiment in sonnet writing quite liberating.  But I'm not a fan of restrictive forms, so that's just me.

I see what you mean about the last stanza.  The poem could definitely and sucessfully end with the next to last stanza.  But I do like that last stanza, even though it seems like an afterthought.