john o'connell

Rookie (11.12.1949 / Limerick, Ireland)

The Dublin Hills - Poem by john o'connell

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 -
each annual shake of hands
solidified the strangeness
of our enduring relationship.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, February 15, 2010

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