LABOUR OF LOVE
we are
so unlike
she creates landscapes
has always had
her head
screwed
on tight
sees
the picture
implements
the dream
no place, space
for irony, ambiguity
sudden shift
back and forth
between
high and low
East
and West
North and
South
inside, outside
nightmare and dream
this very enterprise
premised on
shift and change,
subtlest suggestion
fluctuation
ah, yes
there we are, out
of nowhere had to
just
stumble upon it
world’s apart these practices,
so entirely alien
to each other
labours of love
for us both
poems 2 die for 