Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
People:
we may, indeed, pass each other unaware.
Fish:
be that close, but almond-shaped sleekness,
pass on, never know.
Murk:
in which we swim and do not see, search
but not find what is all around.
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