Treasure Island

john o'connell

(11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

-6 degrees Celsius


-6 degrees Celsius.
from my balcony,
yes, the atlas
of my balcony,
with the music
of the masters
pouring forth
from within,
I follow the stars
direction Norway
and Sweden
while around the corner
one looks towards Iceland
and 'those islands'.
Kleve is just across the way
and Paris and Brussels
down the road.
this is my mainland!

Submitted: Monday, February 08, 2010

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