the Dubliner

I watched the night
half heaven half soul half of me

the ocean side of Dublin
Penelope weaving while awaiting
insinuating power to walk in love

yes
eternity is that childhood
blind playing in the yard
in the threshold in the orchard cherry
and where the days never end

ah
gulls cry rejuvenating salty air

I looked
spring was in her soft eyes

now
yellow birds rise from the depths days
dwarf trees sprouting in the roadside
fishers on the pier ondines fishing

ocean
heavy nets

cliffs like disheveled women
tapes algae

stranger of me like a shadow of a flamingo
dancing on wet sand
anxiety hanging from ethereal moment

yes
back in the twilight dressed port
skeletal ships floating on viscous water

trough rocky love just watching you

of heart glide jelly termites
I just look at you
from a sinking wreck