A Dublin Tenement.
Talking street talk
by a crowded corner
time touching nine
wind rustles pages
of a racing paper
hope, expectation
a small bet each way
Beyond,
a spiral staircase
shouting children play
in and out of washing lines
flags of a fleet
in a concrete bay
and all the while
the time draws near
when they too shall gather
talking street talk
by a crowded corner
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