It's a fault with double glazing,
everything outside the window
is inaudible.
When mute pine cones fall on
corrugated roofs, upset dogs
mime angrily in silence.
Or when the heavens open, and
the earth is being doused with
those liquid all sorts, in Ireland,
Yes Ireland, where holding up
umbrellas inside a house brings
bad luck, Heaney used a rain stick.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 2:30 AM UTC
It's a fault with double glazing,
everything outside the window
is inaudible.
When mute pine cones fall on
corrugated roofs, upset dogs
mime angrily in silence.
Or when the heavens open, and
the earth is being doused with
those liquid all sorts, in Ireland,
Yes Ireland, where holding up
umbrellas inside a house brings
bad luck, Heaney used a rain stick.
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