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October 27, 2016 ·

Oh my beloved Belfast 
wind whipping enough
to blow your hat off to 
let your hair dance on
the top of your head. 
My beloved Belfast 
sweet pink double 
decker buses  
scarf covered old 
dolls rushing to work.
I am walking dreams 
down Donegall Street 
It is the harshest of a 
fall day 
I am freezing to death 
in my white linen dress.
It is evening time and 
I am rushing to city hall 
for a dinner.
How can I kiss a city. 
Breakfast at the Europa Hotel. 
Belfast you hold me in your arms 
I am crying in the memory 
my bomb damaged wedding dress.
is a million pieces of glass

 ambulances ringing fill  my ears

I go to the zoo and sit with the tigers 
the  stone  from Canada 
is dancing down the tunnel pathways of
imported Prairie dogs from Manitoba 

Belfast Belfast Belfast I
I was born in your city