Reflections: White Scorpion

3 from September 1987


The vacancies inside my mind are checked regularly,

monthly will do nicely;

rubber stoppers and corks plug the holes and a

coat of paint makes the place look good as new.

If we shared our future, who would mind the store?

And, if the grass was greener, we would

only have to mow it more often;

these little things in life tend to keep us alive.

Our lives continue to develop despite

our attempts at limiting them and

despite our attempts at taking less risks.