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Dublin Bay Pigeons

Rat rat tat rat of archangel  wings  Puffed grey streaks buzz masts of anchored boats Being gently rocked to sleep by a rising tide. An island rises wrapped in a cummerbund cloud Shoulder high above a soft dissolving mist Raises its head to bask in a warming kiss A high speed ferry slips through the mouth of the harbor With a cargo of fresh dreams waking the days of famine A solemn nod to a flag drenched in sacrificial blood.  

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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