To Mary Grace at Twenty-Eight

Your steps so measured, soft and slow, Through Irish streets where neon glows, While I match pace, half-step behind, Your gentle rhythm fills my mind. Tomorrow brings your twenty-eight, As Newbridge glows through Darragh's rain, Like Naevis' light through darkened skies, Where æ-dreams dance and harmonize. Sweet Mary Grace, my Savage star, From Milner Square to Kildare far, Your spirit bridges every space, My anchor home, my Mary Grace. -