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Caroline Shank
Poems
Jan 2020
Chair
Recumbent in my brown
velour reclining chair I
dream of Ireland. Never
having been there at all.
My path through the green
hills of my father's family
county winds to the shingle
and thatch pub. I meet
Kieran where there is
dancing and beer-o.
Bagpipes and kilts.
In my reverie,
I top off warm Guinness,
and tumble to the blarney.
of the sweet, moving, man who
slides toward me with
Irish blue eyes.
I cry out
the sounds
of a lost, lonely, song.
I wake in my chair,
a long way
from home.
Caroline Shank
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Caroline Shank
77/F/Wisconsin
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