Canary yellow
freckles of laburnum feud...

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

I wanted to see the you the way
you see yourself in the mornings, without...

I feel like being the distraction
keeping you up nights, vow...

The candle you lit on winter nights
has worn down to the wick. The crimson...

I went to the coast where the sea mist
rolled over the dunes and made it so...

Moving, I stumbled across the mug you
always insisted on having your tea from...

Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips...

I wrote a poem, and it was a long poem
about hummingbirds and lilypads...

Hand-holding, shin-deep amongst a gathering of...
that were tickled by the night breeze, as though...

You said I was becomming stuck,
or unstuck, or a reflection...

Relentless, your energy is like dusk
under Iguazu Falls, like the rhythmic crashing...