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john o'connell

Limerick, Ireland

Femme Fatale

Distance stretched
the length of our nearness
that time in the park, the Phoenix park,
when the deer fled from our coming
and you, silently with the sound of thunder,
walked over there knowing that I, being unsure
and trying to think the reasonable thing,
would follow when desire was to strike out
and savour the wounds of a false pride.

But then the November darkness came quickly
where you had come to stop
and swirling leave shoals
rose and fell like souls
praying for the next rush
to lift them higher
before a distant bell
rang out my destiny.
Friday, November 5, 2010
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