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
forever
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
and
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
Sea
Lifelong mystique
oh yes
hope to see you Saturday 🙂
Aye.
🙂