Thursday, February 28, 2013

Fragment

Can I please just get in a car in the West of Ireland
and drive alone up into the sheep-dotted hills,
farther and farther as the road steepens, narrows,
until the engine sputters, gas burned to zero,
the light failing?

And be alone in that windy silence.

5 comments:

  1. No, sorry. I'm with Cro. But a martini is in the VERY near future!

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  2. you can start making a plan to do that. as Yeats reminded us: in dreams begin responsibility.

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