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racing abandoned
Ormeau Bridge
watching wild geese flying
down the lagan to the
lough and open sea
standing on the ormeau
bridge at four o clock
on a friday afternoon
walking home in an exarmy
greatcoat unbuttoned to bitterwind
and trying to light a cigarette
though match after match
blowsout
bethanne ferguson
Botanic Gardens
reasons fade for falling
in and out of love and
you and i remain
with different memories
going on to learn new ways
of knowing other people
but this much at least
stays with me fondly
sitting with you in the
botanic gardens thinking
be cool and you saying
do you always kiss
with your eyes open
so i close them
coming up in the world
hey baby cool lady
in sky blue full length
dress fair hair piled
high and tear drop
ear rings flashing i
used to know you
dancing in betty staffs
once living in fitzroy
with a bus conductor
seven card stud
the dealer - old
man - cuts the
deck
rippling corners
push and bend
lets the cards
fall lightly
together
seven times round
onehanded
close
to the table
turn of the
wrist - flicked
from the forefinger
two down
four up the
last
down
uncertain futures
reindeer ready
on the redroof
tops of a faraway
city to come and
carry you somewhere i
dont know where youll
know when you get there
and can write to
say how it is and maybe
even visit if you
get bored now and then
but its solong tanya
lee just say goodbye
and remember me
when the snow melts
and the treeline
shows green again
behind the white hills
negativity
morning turning blue
and white somersaults
through clear skies
tumbles the early birds
and leaves us naked
knowing only this that
i am and you are
nothing more
autumnmoon
behind you the
morning slowly
unfolds
til its open full
and the sun is
and you are
reflected in shopwindows
walking waiting
for the cool and crazy-
touch of late rain
the factory whistle
high
clear
sharp as the
wind in
november
the factory
whistle at
half past four
on a friday
afternoon
frightens
the flocks
of gulls
and pigeons
from the
roofs of
the citycentre
stores
release
words
like cigarettesmoke
fading
like a pane of glass
shattering
and the black and white
cat on the doorstep
scattering
in a brief moment
as the hall light
turns on