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)
Rain fell.
It was not a dream,
but your voice
from the far side of the years,
sounding like sunlight on water.
If only I was prepared,
if I’d known such a thing could happen,
I would have walked out
to meet you.
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