at evening
footballers cheer a score
pat carroll shoots rabbits in the gloom
children steal crab apples
and farmer byrne calls the cattle home
perhaps this chaotic place
is not kilcullen in 1989
but a dusty frontier town
at the heart of ancient palestine
the sounds dissolve
into a muted half felt bliss
fluted by fond memory
and a strange provincial holiness
pat carroll shoots rabbits in the gloom
children steal crab apples
and farmer byrne calls the cattle home
perhaps this chaotic place
is not kilcullen in 1989
but a dusty frontier town
at the heart of ancient palestine
the sounds dissolve
into a muted half felt bliss
fluted by fond memory
and a strange provincial holiness
posted by heelers | 1:17 AM
2 Comments:
you connect like pablo neruda in this poem... the PASSION!
Dahee, I've connected like worse!
J
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