The sky is lonely
stands aloof from
its clouds
that look like
two stuck on cotton wool balls.
Quietness leaks
into the scene
staining it
the colour of forever.
A willow weeps
to itself.
A fountain sobs.
Sobs.
Such pathetic
fallacy
as if I were walking through
a text book of figures of speech
filled full
with striking examples.
I, however am
surprisingly happy.
A bird
thinking it's Duchamp or Dali
draws a quick moustache
with its fanciful flight
on the sky's startled
face.
Me & the lake
laughing.
Dónall Dempsey
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