When Youthful Love Prevailed Over Adult Green For More Poem by Damien Martin O'Dowd

Like a first kiss from a first love in a musty hall,
Where she left her scent to linger until the next she call,
And an Angel hanging from a hook above her bed did watch,
For dogs that bark, the tinkers lark and the darkness of night

Like and old mottled photo from an old broken drawer,
The dust uncovered memories that opened up the door
To summer days in flimsy dress upon her garden wall
We’d watch the pale sun rising
We’d watch the last star fall

And on those summer nights
We’d watch the sailor Conlon
Come and sit and tip his cap and muse
Her garden wall his wishing chair
Beneath the dreamy moon

Like a breath of country air on a busy city street
Minds begin to muddle
Amid the gushing feet
The headlines write recession bites
The worlds at war again
But me I count the stars with her
We name them one by one.