A Lyric Poem
The family lived in a fishing village
away from the dreary streets of Dublin
where summer asserted its full magnificence.
It was long after the advent of railways.
Parallel lines have so much in common.
I want to die peacefully in my sleep someday
like my old friend did. You’re all adults now.
Surely now you are as confused as I?
CAL DOYLE’s work has appeared in Poetry, Prelude and other places. He’s poetry editor at The Stinging Fly. He lives in Cork.