Saturday, 30 September 2017 12:42

A Stroll on Shop Street

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Slán loveen says he
Carefully Counting out her change
 In dirty 10 cent pieces
 
Slán go foill! says she
pushing the bottle deep
in her ragged red rucksack
 
Head down she tries to avoid
 
The two young bucks with clipboards
Smiling at her through rows of
Orthodontically sculpted teeth
 
They beseech her to help
To save the whales and elephants and
To tackle the effects of climate change
 
No change in the climate here she says
It rains all year
 
The Christians are out,
With rosaries waving from under
Their shiny golf umbrellas
 
She wonders do they see him
And his blanket and dirty wet cardboard
Slumped in the doorway beside them
 
 
 Sliding along the shiny wet cobbles
That reflect the street’s` colours
 of blue, yellow and grey
 
She marvels at the miracle
 
Of how your woman
 Stays upright when she kicks out her heels
In a wild slip jig
 
But The grand soft rain
Won’t stop her dancing while
The narrow street is shrinking
 
With fiddles and banjos and drums
 
And the dripping people who stop to listen to
 the lads with the dreadlocks
And grand woolly jumpers
 
I once saw a dog on a donkey’s back
And girls with ten hula hoops
 juggling fire
 
Well, says she,
isn’t it fine
What can happen on a small
 
Narrow street in the rain
 
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