TO JENNY

A pastiche of memories

by Grant Carrington



Another year's installment on my life.

And I remember.

I wondered then, as I do now, if ever I'd see you again.
"You look like a transom climber."
The Dupont Circle night was filled with rubies.
Saying farewell to Woody I said hello to you.

And I can't forget
I wondered then, as I do now, just what you thought of me.
"Sing for me again."
On the Hopkins Street floor we flirted
As the Clancy Brothers sang, our separateness was abruptly broken.

And I reminisce.
"Living in the country."
Our Martins were made for each other.
Steak-and-eggs, waffles-and-ice-cream made our mornings,
though the sun was in the west

We roped the calculus of love

and wrote equations on each other's flesh
in the St. John's Annapolis mornings of our life.



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