poetry rat

40 poems

Temple Bar, Dublin

This isle has a wealth
of places and things
that do not exist.

Clonmacnoise
Castlestrange
Marino Casino
and Lustymore Island
were energy vibrations
of a past which is
not really the past. In
Ireland today
there is only the future.

Awaiting the future
we kill time
flicking the drip mats
and trying to make sense
of Finnegans Wake.

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