My mother had a dear friend, Gladys, who had a friend, Inez, both of blessed memory. Both lived close to where where I do in New Jersey. Gladys was a therapist, and Inez was the retired administrative assistant to the town’s school superintendent. It’s the job that makes sure the entire school district functions. I would often run into one or the other or both of them at the Montclair Art Museum or at meetings of the League of Women Voters. Lately our community, like many others, has become so wacky that even the League of Women Voters, a non-partisan organization devoted to researching the issues of our time, has become mired in controversy, but I digress.
I LOVE THIS
Powerful poem Jessica. So many rhythms and images I love, I.,e., poinsettias…nuggets, smog rises like amnesia over tar pits….very moving.