The eleventh of twelve poems in Angela Alaimo O’Donnell’s series. Click “Crossing Ireland” for the opening essay. More about Angela Alaimo O’Donnell.
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ON LEAVING ÉIRE
She is all blue, air & earth, sea & sky.
She is bog, the color of ruin.
She is a long song across the water.
I don’t belong.
I could make my self a life there.
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