Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
What skies beneath our feet,
what immensities we trample;
how much gentler our step would be
if we saw the minute wonders of the world.
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