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This appeared in The Moth ( Issue 11 Winter 2012)

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Ley Lines

Eamonmaguidhir_thumbnail_02by √Čamon Mag Uidhir03 Nov 2013

All moments point towards the
Instant your grey eyes looked upward
Into mine, on a hillock, in a park,
Under the soft shade of a summer tree,
And the sun drew out your scent,
Buttering the air with honeysuckle,
And our carefree, clumsy kiss
Swallowed us whole.