Wednesday, January 6, 2021

Thirty-eight.

38

I had that dream again.

The one where we’re children 

climbing around on girders 

up in the wide open like that old 

photograph of the Galway men.

Only we want to get down

and the building rises

faster than we can climb.

Others keep falling off:

Kevin, Jimmy, Jacquie...

Hang on. Stay where you are.

Don’t. Move. I’m coming for you!

I had that dream again.

The one about us getting old.


Markle~

06January2021

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