^April Fools^
Caitriona’s voice:
Laughing-cries to say goodbye to familiar faces
my space in the mirror; long train rides
no longer knowing where the stops are coming.
Heavy backs draw questions, the following surprise
makes belly-butterflies run and hide.Land into blasts. Tired eyes
from too much feared and fairy-grounded sleeping
suddenly open wide, this is a place
where seafronts bend their eves
like any windswept tree.Hands clasped we tumble into funward ho!
A zigzag crisscrossed by man-handled sheep slides
up this towny-prize mountainside. My moonbled eyes
admit astonishment (shy flash of defeat admit!)
as weary legs stretch, crunching up to search
for the elusive summit.With limping feet, my heels demand
a broken shuffle to appease the pressure,
caught in the cool fast breeze I sea the seeing,
serenaded by the pines I drown my eyes
in the sea-filled sky this gifted climb.Wear my whole body inside -
my outsides are freezing.On hillside of birch-babies
trying to thrive
we found
they framed
an invisible curtain
to rest our first night in.Cold toes,
rain moans,
tent holds,
wind blows..
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