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Reading aloud to my wife a delightfully academic description of my eco-conscious intent in a simple poem, we laugh like a tree full of kookaburras. --------------------- Have you had this too? The poem was a cut out from a journal entry about hanging out my washing when I lived in a flat. It was sprinkling that day, but I knew the little shower wouldn't last, so it was a good idea to grab the communal clothesline when it was empty. Some other flat residents passed me and looked quizzical. In the poem I noted they were going to an air conditioned cinema in an air conditioned car, whereas I was enjoying light rain and would no doubt trail lawn clippings into my laundry (a domestic trivialised version of a great Greek poem about bringing the outdoors inside and making love wildly in nature) ... The review made a lot out of my intentions, giving the poem much more weight than it really deserved. I'm not complaining - just laughing. -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at http://www.picaropress.com/ http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766 http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html