funny how

not funny ha ha ha ha ha

but yes funny odd and mysterious

the things one remembers or forgets

how green it was there

or how the drinking fountains kept running and running


no on/off faucet

or then whether it was

a cafe or a bar

where we sat and talked

she with her court and entourage

I, alone

off Franklin square

on K street

she gave me her medallion


I always wondered

and still wonder

if it was she who sent that note

a year later backstage

at Antony and Cleopatra

telling how she loved my voice

and signing herself only




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