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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.


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Very imagistic, visual and auditory, silence against sounds.
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Yes, I love this little love poem.
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