This new poem was inspired by the park in Wexford, opposite where I live. As I settled into my new home, I often sit at the breakfast table overlooking the park and watch as the people who use it change as they day goes on.
THE PARK
Across the road, the park stands
mossy-gated, and always open.
All day, the parade of people will come
and make use of th…
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