Each day out spading around
the last two massive figures.

I call this one 'Dream' and that one 'Life.'

Don't you agree they belong
in a hillside plot of artichokes?

Here I will live my last days
above the sea, building

my house/my garden. Voltaire in California!

When my wife died, I came here,
the artistic work was over. Life can be

chipped away more easily than stone.

My young friend (I tell him
I am leaving) take your time, do nothing foolish.