About to put pen to paper
it hits me, and I wonder
how many poets have wrote
about going to some party
with a guy called Dean Moriarty?
My recent visit to Yeats' grave
when Benbulbin hid
in low cloud
I found confusion in the question
of why someone so profound might want
to be buried with a gift shop so close by?
I, no horseman, still passed by.
Living in Belfast, writing poetry, drinking wine in the park and assorted alleyways. Looking to hear from other poets.
Drinking in Alleyways
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