How can Time play tricks so vivid

that the man with a voice of golden hue

can suddenly transport you

with tears dancing on the edge of burning Efrafa

to the ABC and surrounded by school friends

laughing, joking, ice cream spilling delight

and the tale of an ultimately doomed rabbit

which makes you weep so passionately

and with despair…

 

that the first looks of being considered fabulously odd

are to be heard and seen.

 

Sensitive…

too sensitive but for the man with