leave me real roses on my doorstep ................Reading by lantern in the otherwise black night,
remember? ...........................I remembered her at my doorway --
warm milk ......................standing on her hind legs in order to examine
by the lake.......the contents of my knapsack
..............Theadora --
chasing white moths.....ray of sunshine
never have too many..................spring day
brown grass on the hills...blooming white rose in the woods
the whimpering dogs..........sweet small creature - pure heart of gold - Theadora
the bottle that mysteriously appeared.......come home, Theadora.
................Come home.
narrow streets paved with well worn stones................ sleep............................... a clear coherent voice................... the smell of green grass.... warm sun......................... a small stock of food........................ working............................ making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... steaming plates of pasta...................... never know why............... cold damp grass.............................. a long walk into town.......................... while Mary and Trevor looked on............. a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................