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)
Love found us sleeping with multiples
of ourselves
as we divined
all of us that we are, strove towards
all we could be,
and, imagining the best we could never be,
endeavoured to be those too.
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