Guido, how I wish that Lapo, you and I
Could speed away in a speed boat
Without a care for wind or wave
Or the Dramamine you know that I must have.
Clear skies, clear tempers; luck’s barometer
Pointing to fair; nothing in the way
Of jealousy, no rocks unseen in the narrows,
Hidden by a sudden glare;
But we, awakened by the force of friendship
Should friends still yearn to be.
And Lady Joan and Lady Lagia
And my most beloved only-one-for-me
Should set compass for the desired ends of
Easy conversation journeying to love:
The three of them would be laughing,
Happy to have each other, eating each other’s food,
As we should, I think, if only we could.
May 27, 2004