Laoibhse Ni Canain Poems

The plan was to flit haphazard. Directionless.

I land in a confined space for one moment and
Before I know it you are picking out colours.
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When did this certainty become certain?
I didn’t notice it emerge.
But now it plays in my garden
And laughs when I wonder at its presence.
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I do ponder on
The questions life
Has sent me.
Over priced.
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This morning you knocked at my door.
Rock in hand, smile on face,
You pounded at my skull.
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