In Inishbofin Jaunt mode, a little Bofin piece from me!

On Bofin

I catch my jumper

on the table’s split

veneer

Outside the window

the whisper of rainwear.

 

Is it just when

you don’t belong,

kids’-clothes-coloured

fishing weights scatter

by a door

 

as if you’ve come here

to play?  Wind, open our

eyes. Sea, broaden

this peace.

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