Dónall Dempsey Poems

Fishes swim in threes
amongst the tree and its leaves
water's reflections.
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Finally!

We make it
out of the bedroom!
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Clutching at straws
I clutch at your blouse

hold my pillow
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Your hands
caress the clay

it dances
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My uncle took an axe.

“No...no! ”
the tree said.
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You so cruel
executioner

taking so many
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Tea stain
on the yellow sticky note
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A WOMAN IS CRYING

In the next room
a woman is crying
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My fingertips
touch your dress

remembering
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It was one of those days
when I & my(self)

parted
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