I walked you home, one last time,
we stopped at the gate. I remembered...

On Gleeson's hill, standing sentinel
overlooking the market town, an unraveling...

The rhythm beat of sax floated
over from the canopied jazz club...

Canary yellow
freckles of laburnum feud...

As a boy, I recall the golden evening -
holding Mammy's hand at Cobh bay...