to Laura



mine is hard work
having being spade and wheelbarrow
you never toiled and sweated
being the sparrow

now I am still a bulldozer
and it's only my shoulder
that pushes

and while I am whirring and throbbing
as usual the sparrow is robbing
the worm
from under my jaws

and the magic of work
will never be hers
but rather
the swift flight to shirk

Febraury 2000




for Laura again



Laura's day
is dotted with whirlpools of emotions
which then bloom upwards and find
in fountain flowers
the peace of open petals

March 2000