The Dublin Hills Poem by john o'connell
The Dublin Hills
the Dublin hills
looking like an excerpt
from a misty Japanese
black-and-white damp
tragedy -
your house lies on the other
side of the bridge -
then
each annual shake of hands
solidified the strangeness
of our enduring relationship.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: house,relationship
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