18 April 2011


Paddy 4/18

A rolling blank hill
                        unforms in your mind

Think of green
a rocky expanse of bog

Think of the North Atlantic
all rushing dark waters and
snow capped harsh waves

It is hitting against you

Return to the hill
                        walk to the top
                        find yourself at a tall tower
                        a plaque tells you something
                        about St. Michael

Now there is fire everywhere

Think of fire
the rocky expanse turning black

Now drink until you forget

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