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The last drink he bought me was a pint of Guinness.

At that point I was past pints –

He didn’t read those signals –

I was into small ones by that stage of the evening-

But we were brothers who didn’t know each other –

And he was good to buy me that pint.

Instead of just saying thank you –

I embarked on a lecture on the progression of drink in an evening for a Cleary male. No going back to pints after the transition.

Sitting outside, him still smoking five years since I’d quit, we couldn’t connect. But we were calmer than we’d been in a long time.

Many regrets, he’d tried to reach out and I should have just shut up and drank the pint. I did but I didn’t enjoy it.

A few days later I had to identify his body in a morgue in Gorey, County Wicklow.

Sometimes we rush to end things we don’t like, at the expense of missing things that we later realize will be incredibly valuable, in the future, for the rest of our conscious lives.

Sip.

Memorial Day – 

An anniversary too ~ 

A neighbour’s roses.

  

Anniversary –
The years not long in passing ~
Lemon scented rose.

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Hard as nails, you were –
and great with your first grandson ~
Who’s proud of our name.

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Cleary: oldest surname in Europe

Homebound thoughts, Brother –
You would be a year older ~
Full Moon looking down.

Homeward thoughts, Brother –
You should now be thirty four ~
Full Moon, shining down.

On my mind, Brother –
You should be a year older ~
The Moon, shining still.

Now I’ve got my left lense out

The crescent moon blur seems to shout

this is how you always see

the world about and those around me.

Bifocal still but not complete

Clear / Crystalline / blurred compete.

I see alot, maybe more than most?

But remaining still the untold ghost

an image there, an outline here

What exactly it is remains unclear.

Judge Distance, perceive good and woe

Still you’re fucked if you know what you don’t know.

The both lenses out, all is gone.

Ignorance or Apathy which I sometimes don.

Soon, All needful knowledge I’ll win:

Next morning lenses go back in.

 

From ‘The Little Black Book’, 20-6-1992

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