Close To the Truth
Before visiting Dublin town,
I got out the guidebooks
Staring at the crooks and valleys
Studied the terrain, figured out the contour lines
What are you doing? The other travelers asked.
Figuring out where the pot of gold is, of course.
They smirked at my ignorance, not realizing how close I was to come.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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