CV.

Here is the splatter
of my life's work,

a mere blip in the middle of a massive sea
where I can't see

clearly,
on those firey evenings.

You are a misty morning
but I do not mention you

on a list of achievements,
where perhaps you could be.

I'll not mention my silly habit captured by yellow fingers and a terrible
morning breath.

In addition I might write of my four wheel drive,
a career made for 'born Mothers' and my Grandmother's ailment.

How I travelled abroad to see a world
I couldn't communicate with.

After it's sent to another possible rejection
I sit and wonder whether blagging is the leg on which one stands.