*smile*
KS
On 09/05/07, andrew burke <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> There is a man peering down a hole in China. The man is bent over,
> very intent on staring down the hole where dark shadows mask almost
> everything. Fireworks rattle sparrows from the trees. The hole is a
> very square hole, a manhole in a courtyard where a building is under
> construction among other buildings. It is a tight fit. Perhaps the
> hole travels clear to the other side of the world and sunlight is a
> mere pinprick in the far distance. Fizz, bang and crackle of fireworks
> stops as suddenly as it began. The bad spirits have all run away. In a
> corner of the courtyard, beside the wide trunk of an old oak tree, a
> young woman raises her voice at the young man beside her – raises her
> voice to tell him how she sees it. He hangs his head and wishes he was
> somewhere other than where he is. The fireworks explode again. As a
> child I was somewhere else – on the west coast of Australia. And I dug
> such a hole. Round. I dug and I dug and my brother said we would soon
> reach China if I kept digging, so I kept digging. My mother raised her
> voice and I hung my head, wishing I was somewhere else. Now I am in
> China watching a man staring down a hole at a small boy's freckled
> face sweating as he digs in the sunshine. Suddenly he looks up –
> fireworks!
>
> --
> Andrew
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