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)
The laggard day
of cushioned hooves
that once stampeded.
Sunrise’s promise
proved powdery,
and crumbled.
Afternoon blew
bubbles and thought
them ideas.
Evening ghosts fell
in behind, and nudged him
further out the plank
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