Love Songs

A part of my life you know nothing about.



I am ambivalent. I have chopped a lot of wood. I will always remember the wheeling flocks of wild, pastel cockatoos, powder pink and lavender. And tonight I found myself wanting to taste Vegemite again. Some specialty store must stock it.

But you know what it's really about. There is no love for poor Jack H. Because he won't have it. How sad for him.


J