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)
Sitting at the table,
it set
but no one else there.
Your eyes, too,
elsewhere,
or lost perhaps.
How small you look;
and still
how far you may see.
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