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| Cuameenoole, County Kerry, Ireland (Susan King) |
Facing the wind,
the direction you left,
the routes you took,
my emigrants,
my dead, my disillusioned —
molten sea, dirt road, the very air,
forever watching you go,
the seen, the imagined,
coffin ship, town car,
barefoot and rising
through the magnolias
outside Roosevelt Hospital.
I am still here,
a life filled with leaving,
trying and failing
to translate the wind.
