Monday, December 19, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 354: Arrivals


We’re talking to Ireland all the family is there for Christmas (except us) we are talking loud because 
it is far away and we are all on loud speaker 
I remember the neighbours We’ve just arrived opened the windows to let in cool air and those fragments of conversations except tonight it is us calling out across the narrow street into the night over the fence 
No dogs have stirred that’s a good thing 


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