Grateful Trouble Everywhere for Isabel

What a formidable woman to be preceded, absent your presence, yet still so much in your light, by words like 'grateful, trouble everywhere...I don't know what you did to this fellow, Isabel, but he waited in line with only you stamped in bright red ink on his sun-stained visage to make your person known to this poet's ears and fingers, and now I'm here spreading the word to this typewriter's keys, the keys to the whole, the whole to this paper—word spreads fast when it emanates from something of an entirely separate class—it falls like lightning or pure sunlight life onto the rest of us...do you know what it is you do to us, my dear? Well, until next time...you do feed us all!