Michael A O'Donovan Poems

1
Sitting beneath the glide of a fulmar
tremendous rain threatens, but
the dark well of the cave obviates my fears.
2
The cave (the angry lust of the ocean)
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Gelatinous masses (field found)
predictable patterns of weather saturation
ideologically sea born (sea borne)
mists fogs cloudations
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Winter rushes in as the sun enters the hill
that and the wetness has darkened everything on the northside
but in this glen two forts look out
watch each other
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