Private health...pish posh.

Private health...pish posh.

I feel very sad today...more sad than for some time.

There is beauty

In strange places

A lobelia growing

Through a crack in the pavement

Bougainvillea climbing

Out of a gutter

Tumbling down from the sky

Purple rain

Without the neon

There is beauty

In different faces

A crooked smile

Hiding the pain of rejection

Rueful jokes to cover

The embarrassment

Of failure

When the bottom falls out

Of the world

There is always

A way to revive

Flagging spirits

With a sideways look

At a problem

From a different angle

Every drop of snake oil

Contains a rainbow.