The Finding Of The Lost Diary
Here I turn
the pages of the past
& “that” January
of the year
before the year
before last
miraculously
appears
as if it
were
present.
I read
the unusually for you
short succinct entry
that’s to the point
repeated over & over
as your calligraphy
dances with the words
“Donall! Donall! I’ll
love you forever! ”
And laugh.
Words.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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