So the place may you go together with your journey cross?

Cairo? Byzantium? Albuquerque?

Traipse your method out in direction of Cumberland Avenue.

Carry your passport and a family receipt.

The type employees are there to help and abet.

They sit you right down to {photograph} your face.

You may discover that face tough to recognise.

That’s how pennies crumble — how cookies drop.

Keep in mind you could possibly hike to Sandycove?

You’d sip good espresso they serve in Fitzgerald’s.

Sweat out of your forehead whets the stone in your shoe.

What do your ft weigh? A ton of feathers.

How lengthy did you stroll? Until the seals got here residence.

Did the solar nuzzle you? Sure, like a wolf.

Frank McGuinness is a poet, playwright and novelist whose performs have been produced in Eire and internationally. This week’s poem is from his newest assortment, Could Twenty-second (Gallery).

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