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 |