Dublin Mix

Articolo non ancora tradotto

I loved the colour and
the smell of ink as grandma
whined forth the pipes of fortune
at the opera

I try to explain but lines
cross over and the light
runs faster, than you will

So Ben looks at me
blankly
then John
his eyes full of mirth and gratitude
I reach for a can and two
plums on the river Liffey

I'll soon see Apollo's hand
reaching out for my large suitcase.

By this time I'll have cooled
down.