Harney

Harney

Were we talking about Isherwood

or Auden or Spender whom I met

in '74 and asked to sign my journal 

which I no longer have though Fern

painted a faire glade on its cover

all blues with purple blooms floating 

against green background but no

figures from life anywhere on it.

Good breeding I suspected you had,

and Cathy took to you immediately 

as a friend for you had no inclinations 

except maybe a violent streak when you

confronted Replogle on that York River

beach where we all got smoked —ptah.

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