Smithereens Press Chapbooks The Sea Path by Ciarán O'Rourke | Page 16

breaking across my
feet, and you
in the turn
and sway of
it all, spooling
me close, through
the burning wind.
~
Days after you go,
a storm invades
the midnight air:
shruggle of thunder
on the shore-line, sea-stones
rattling the pane.
Pausing to write you
a note of it, I find
a small bird
still hurtles
in its cage,
bullows its wings
against my heart.
~

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