Memories.

Yes, of course, I remember it very well.
I had come to her home with Sérgio Rodrigues,
a furniture designer from Rio de Janeiro.
She was out by the pool reading Góngora:

It was a beautiful day. 

I was only 19,

had just bought a camera, 

which she seemed very interested in.

She had a big wooden chair, which

I guess,  Sérgio had made, and 

they talked about it for awhile.

Then we went skinny dipping,

and I took her picture.

Later, she showed us a film 

on the patio, on the sights 

of old Okinawa.

She served us chicken, and

screwdrivers. Then 

there was a house fire

down in the valley, and

the sirens seemed so loud.

At some point she had put on

a pair of green socks, 

and let the dogs out

into the yard.

I'll never forget the day

I met Elizabeth Taylor,

and her big wooden

hair.