KINVARA ROAD 1986
After the convent, it was good to be back
The new estate. The new morning.
And in the distance: the Dublin Mountains.
Finding clothes for Anna
Dressing her softly -
Gentle and wicked she wakes.
The wide empty pavement
The bus half-filled
This August afternoon, with women.
Why aren't the leaves falling?
In October colours these squares
Now only summer traffic
Greys my mind.
In Cavan for rings
In Clones a poet parades the diamond.
They're filming at Redhills -
another border story -
The unmarked road's been blown.
But, look, beyond any horizon, up-above,
Swirls the grey-blue sky.
Of this particular summer.
Never to be recovered.