Stopped to watch
Charlie Brown's eyes
winking in pools
as the rain fell
on Lower Kimmage Road.
Earlier in the pub
a burnt-out match
and a rib of hair
snagged my attention.
Drank more than intended.
Large raindrops and
yellow street-lights
are an iodine stain.
A carrier bag gulps
on the broken white line.
Back in the hallway,
removing my overcoat,
I stop,
stare at the carpet,
pull the collar back to my neck.
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