THESE ARE OUR SEEDS
TheVillage.whereIgrew up is now isolated.
itWASa sectorChoice.
WWWWewalk around naked and make love.
WWWWeget our hands dirty with currants and when we argue, we draw each other's faces in silence.
I'm crocheting a picture
the last graffiti represents the end of a relationship
a dog on a leash carries a frog on its back
an old man a turtle on his hand
I'm waiting for the paint to dry.