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)
Didn’t our lives come together? Once.
Wasn’t there a time that was ours;
the two of us?
Isn’t that so, wasn’t there?
A time, once?
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