Selected Poems
Isn't it pretty to think so?
After the reception, thrown by friends of former friends
you and I meet again, by chance in the same place
where we had started once before, by plan and design.
By this time even with a slow burn and change of seasons
still, we don't see eye to eye, across a crowded ball room.
You had promised me forever, to be a burden unforgettable.
Seeing you had so many sides,
you always defied geometry.
Circular, protracted, radiant
and always tangent.
Being playful and for just fun
you took his four-point pocket
thorny crown and he was undone.
His folded jacket pocket handkerchief
You snapped suddenly, a downward pop
and a laugh, seeking focus and attention.
Your words spill silent behind a closing door
into a groom and widow whiskey. As for me
you'll never see, turn into another forgettable
Irish good bye.
