galway, christmas
eve
early afternoon
the rain invades
like pagan spears
from a darkened
sky
even now the
streetlights glow dimly
through the
mist
across the salmon
weir there's a man
in from the
country selling trees
and over the
road
someone I don't
know
with a turkey
across his shoulder
wishes me and
carries on
slowly I'm up toward
Shop Street
through a sea
of last minute
bargain hunters
and the desperate
into a public
bar
where the fire
is lit
waiting for
my pint to settle
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