WE MET

We met in August
when I reviewed movie scripts
for a summer job
then danced away
at a Fifties mixer
from the cotillion
my aunt made me attend
and now I compose
an elegy and epitaph
to our anniversary
remembering where we hid
behind closed doors
at the Algerian pavilion plaza
when you and Uncle Sonny
worked on a movie
and we telegraphed each other
for years as you settled
in West Hollywood
working with my Uncle Sonny
as publicity director for a big studio
you who really understood me
as we sat on a box of oranges
in the desert.