Sparkling Red [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Hanlie's back - and giddy as a child I run about
in delight depleting all my energy & adrenaline,
now tired out after talking incessantly telling her
everything; from Tiaan's comedies to Algerians
cleverly changing Arabic & English Agreements,
explaining that I'm made of mercury - glowing

red as the office heats up, all the while drinking
endless cups of tea and keeping two sparkling
red flashing texts angrily instructing me to start
translating as motivation - altho' postponing the
moment starting from the blocks, using them as
a trampoline to take off from material reality into

infinity; without projects on my desk I'll fall back
into depression - these two tasks are precious in
providing inspiration for means to escape them -
I'm so glad Hanlie is back to point out absurdity
in every situation where other people just live in
grey; my whole life is sparkling in blue and red

today; how grand it is when people like Hanlie
brings the sunshine of animation with them!