A poem for Ireland

They idealise Finnish schools
where the children come
together to learn and 
play outside.

Taking in oxygen and
all those essential
elements that America
seems to lack.

I miss the wide open 
sky, but not this.

Honda civics cruise the block
but here, the Nissan
Qashqai is car of the 
year, nearly, if it fits...

Spiders and wreathes hanging adjacent 
on shopfronts at the top of Patrick St.
Will I lose myself
If I kill reminiscence?

Originally written for the Ó Bhéal Five Words International Poetry Competition, in the Long Valley Bar, Cork City, Ireland in October 2018.

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