8:110) Ginny Little 02-FEB-98 14:05

he is the craftsman, building a home from so many boards of wood, each carried on his back, until suddenly a form takes shape with stained glass windows from an old church in Paw Paw and a bath that runs the entire length of the house, and a new painting for the bedroom, half naked woman from the back, fashioned after DeGas by a pregnant woman in Seattle, and he felt his first womb, placing his hand on her stomach as if it might suddenly break to his touch, gently, like a small child himself, wide eyed and wonderful in that moment. The hammer pounds, the years fall away, but for now, he is the craftsman i am the artist, and together we make a home. The only thing missing is the Child, Jose is a migrant worker. no, jose, i don't mind if you bring your son, Noel, to work. he plays with the puppy, eats a sandwich with me at the table, i cover him with a blanket on the couch, and watch him fondly as he sleeps. some dreams are borrowed.