For my wife, Sue
So, just deserts it will be.
Whines will not become water.
There will be no Selling Houses Australia’s of rain to make-over summer.
The trees will be her cathedral-ceiling Grand Designs.
The Amazing Spaces will be in her mind.
If she cannot have abundance,
she will have succulence.
‘Twas ever thus
and ever it shall be
that, from clouds of poverty,
she will make it rain love.
She will raise her green children
as she has raised all her children,
with every faltering step a giant stride
through her Rosie-coloured glasses.
Still ‘crazy’ after all these years.