A golden shovel for Maureen Seaton
When I learned we would meet that day at Giorgio’s, my
knees turned right then to strawberry Jell-O. Life
has got my number, I thought, & today Life has
called it up on the signboard—NOW SERVING ONE very
lucky me who, at 33, sat across a little,
wobbling table from you for a chance to
bask in your sprightly light, your generous laugh. O, do
you know what it meant to me to be with
you there, eating frittatas & queering the air all around us? Belief
has carried me farther than fear has slowed me down. O, do
you know how much I wanted to tell you,
though flushed & blustered, aslosh (your word!) with awe? O, believe
I’ve loved you longer than I’ve known you. Know your poems are home to me.