Ciaran McLarnon Poems

Have you ever seen a man say goodbye to his shoes?
Speeding across the pock-marked road,
gliding to electric adventure in the crackling heat.
Motorcycle sidecar for six,
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The brown veneer teases.
The sheen disguises and pleases.
Dares me to mark and score
the ancient wood filled with knots and gnarls.
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From source to sink,
from mountains to sea,
cascading over rocks.
Foaming and frothing with eager joy,
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