Artists love art-from daub on walls to Chinese cabinets
Life as art-play it smilingly /as we spin round globes within
and in that ballroom Memory/One day you were born
(every day you are born -again!-and every millimoment
films Africa,Texas,Australia,Barcelona,Poland unreeling
Yorkshire ,Huddersfield,Bradford as station stops
Poetry,art,activism,workshops-and now-caring for lots
whose life is at the edge of dropping off(you rescue remedy them)
Healer,smiler,writer,publisher,artist-all these labels
cannot limit your love-which smiles over miles and lives on
when others fade ,flicker ,fall-you dance tall as stairs in your hall
of your only home-this one loving Earth-with fire from birth and rebirths
and warmth of one thousand suns beaming ferociously
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