I was restored by the sight of her
my bustling nursing Sylvie with long smiles,
and I told her so.
She shook her head, still smiling.
...
In essence,
breath and bone;
light fingers tracing
gray stone;
...
I let myself in
with the key of the kings and
wrapped red ribbons
around my poor head.
...
Twitch! I think.
Twitch, I beg.
Stumbling over uneven ground
trying to feel with rods,
...
You can keep your snow-capped mountains
I can pass
on fields of virgin white.
The real power of snow is seen
...
'I gave her my old phone, she was stone delighted, '
the Navan man said:
while his Cork culchie brethren
blew hot and cold into the headpiece
...
Renaissance and Restoration,
diffuse threads in that fraying coat, Time;
twisted, knotted, intertwined,
mine own heart and thine.
...
I was not well that day.
Two weeks of late nights and countless
vodkas
...
Where once stood tribes
who rose and fell
on the bounty of a living land
soul and soil intertwined
...