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One a.m., the two of us holding hands, naked
in bed, in a second-floor room in Galway.
The tea-colored light from a streetlamp
seeping through the accordion blinds, tattooing the walls,
& from the open window—the sounds of passers-by,
traffic on the rain-soaked pavement, & a gull’s insistent,
almost jubilant cry.
Copyright 2022 Jason Irwin
Jason Irwin’s collections of poetry include The History of Our Vagrancies published by Main Street Rag. He lives in Pittsburgh Pennsylvania.
Very imagistic, visual and auditory, silence against sounds.
Yes, I love this little love poem.