Language – duncancleary

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Using bad language –

Perhaps I should self censor ~

I will me bollix.

‘In terms of’, ‘you know’ –

‘Concerns’ and ‘Conversations’ ~

Can we just, ‘like’, stop?

In evening sun –
Incense burning with birdsong ~
Reading old poems.

In evening sun –
Incense burning, with birdsong ~
A Woman’s Message.

In evening sun –
Incense, burning with birdsong ~
Old poems, reread.

In moments, too rare –
Sound, sight, all senses convene ~
Truth is captured, there.

For Seamus Heaney, RIP.