Like a baby at the breast
A child with a toy
Something pulls us up
From sadness to joy
Your lover left for a scholar
Who just lost his job
The sun setting
On the city trumps it all
A planet moans in ecstasy and pain
-space is unconcerned
Unlearning our lives
Simplicity returns
Lenny Bruce in an ambulance
Macking on the nurse
Pavlova on her deathbed
Demanding the swanå costume
Neither torn nor melted
With ambitions or regrets
Just moving forward
With tiny little steps
Something else to think about
One more thing to learn
Exhibitions inspire
Ideas burn
