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)
Sunset,
an acetylene torch,
cut a line,
an exhilaration of light
across my eyes.
A forgotten jubilation
or a future jubilation
flooded through me;
a euphoria in
the momentariness of eternity.
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