by Garrett Dempsey

Created on: April 10, 2009

A Car Park
(in Tallaght)

Old lady, purple jacket, hails bus, the 56A.
A gentle wind nudges against the trees, they sway.
A magpie pecks at the loose gravel
And another stands furtively nearby.

The rain comes, soft and stealthy,
Compressing the air and blurring the window.
On the pub, there are 7 flags flying,
3 Heineken, 3 Club Orange and the Tricolour !

Waiting. Just waiting. He watches through eyes,
That are still sleepy, still lax.
And with a stretch of his neck,
He jolts from his reverie,
And is away.

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