Ah Where Are The Newspapers Of Yesterday?
We chased
yesterday’s news
all over
the grass
laughed
as the old newspapers
ran this
way & that
“kites
without strings”
We pretended them.
Just add wind
& presto...fun!
We were easily pleased.
Later, when the wind
was having a rest
& the papers
lay exhausted
panting at our feet
we decided
to play
“blankets”
tucking ourselves
up in
yesterday’s news.
I had the soccer section
all over me.
You had taken
all the headlines.
We falling
asleep hand in hand.
You, my first girlfriend.
I, your first boyfriend.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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