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
a clear coherent voice......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............................... background noise............ on the belly of the low flying plane............. in the playground the boys made fun of her.............. 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........................

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