Promised
The garden paths
Could lead you anywhere
The man said
Eagle eyed
The twists and turns
Old hat now
A matter of fact
And the soul stuff
Out the back routine
A breeze
The location was
Everything
And the leaves
Scurrying at your heels
A key
Nowhere to be seen.
A poem set in a pub
in Cambridge.
Photograph: taken from
the old graveyard at Moylagh
Co. Meath. 2006
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