From The Lir

 

So I’m sitting in the Lir

Rafting at Fisherman’s wharf,

Clouds cuddling round,

Rain drip dropping down,

Wind building stronger,

The Lir

Just rocking and bobbing

Going nowhere,

Like a love affair

That isn’t,

That doesn’t get off

Of the ground,

Just flirting and winking,

Consumed by the possibilities

Should everything come together.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:50 PM September 27, 2013

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