Icecream isn’t toes
—Philip Whalen
Two turtledoves are necking on the banister.
Otto saw them first. Now they are parted,
individually preening, tail to tail.
They saw us watching. Shy doves.
Mixed bag last night, good to hang with you briefly.
Just remember “palimpsest / pentimento” —
that’s all.
Reconcile Gerrit Lansing on the train NOW
w Eileen Myles and Philip Whalen (also NOW)
meeting each other (and Bill Berkson) for golf.
What a foursome!
Sitting in the dining car listening to folks regale o’er
conversations of various trips: trains, ferries.
Now I’ve a seatmate, a very happy guy
bothering me a bit. San Francisco
tomorrow night; looking forward
thru the long tunnel.
