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In Dublin's Fair City
Metaphorest Released Oct 26, 2014

In my mind I am alighting from the 40D
On Parnell Square where
Street-sweeper dust clouds
Mingle with the oriental scents
Of chinese restaurants
And hardened Dubs huddle
Under awnings, telling stories
(Mostly about the weather)

Now down O' Connell Street,
Our little Champs-Élysées
Where poor Daniel, statuesque, looks on
As I pass by The Spire (where we first met)
That skyward reaching needle
Where the endless eager meeters
Mill about in nervous circles
Eyeing the approaching
For familiar faces in the throng

Walk/don't walk
The green man clears my way
To the O'Connell bridge;
A thoroughfare where human streams
Flow like the Liffey underneath
Here, wars were fought - here, Dublin buses
Blare their rage at jaded jaywalkers
Nonchalant from lifetimes of safe crossings

Now past the arch at Trinity;
The hallowed halls
Of pomp and privilege
Where elbow-patched tweed jackets
Are the order of all ages
Where the Book of Kells dwells
Just another lofty lodger
In the halls of residence

I shuffle at the speed of students
Through the tourist mecca that is Temple bar
A drunken theme park, only part authentic
In its Irishness. (A true Dub drinks elsewhere
In pubs not engineered to be pastiche
Not chic but, rather, born shabby)

On to the square where street performers draw
The drifting droves
While busker-weary natives
Navigate around the swooning swells
Eye-rolling at the smartphone videographers
Capturing each warbled note
of yet another Wonderwall

In these streets I am free to be
invisible, to pass through as a ghost
On concrete.
And these landmarks are the signposts
To a thick slice of my life, a time teeming
With the spark of the city
Of my Dublin - North and South
And buzzing with the resonant hum
Of a tune I know as well as my own name

My filthy, lilting and Fair City
Not my hometown but as much a home now
As a patch of earth can be
A piece of me lives on in it,
A piece of it, in me


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TOM, a pale, frail little boy in a white wool cardigan stands on the sidewalk with his kindly young MOTHER.

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