We Don’t Need No (Harvard) Education

I have been having the pleasant experience of drinking a cafe au lait and looking at a manuscript of Joan Logghe’s poems–the ones written when she was poet laureate of Santa Fe.
As I was reading, I came across myself, of all things. Not surprising, as Joanie is my friend, but pleasing nonetheless. The poem is “Visiting Placitas” about an evening we spent at JB and Cirrelda Bryan’s studio. It was a hot night, and I was dancing around to music. Joan wrote:

when she dances you don’t see
her widowhood, her Harvard
education

I can’t wish for anything nicer to be said about me, ever.