but how about a bench?
i sat on his bench today in abingdon square. the plaque read:
For John Santoianni,
Remover of obstacles, Diviner of
goodness in friends and even Strangers,
friend of Charmaine.
Have a seat.
a bench seems good to me. sitting on the bench of a ganesha with an italian name seemed just fine. the bulbs and spring flowers were blooming and i secretly thanked charmaine for her largesse.
when i got home, i googled him, and found his obituary.
we had a lot in common. he didn't live that long. but he has a bench in the village where people can come, stop, set a while and write some poems.
thanks for the seat.