Portrait of Shop Window
Department store windows light
inscrutably lipped manikins holding
empty gifts.
Nicollet Mall is nearly
bright as Grafton Street. Both too
bulbed and sequined.
I like old things.
Stuttering limestone fences, doorways that open
to waves. Dun Aengus and
the Seven Churches.
Old things, your Ghost of the Holy Spook shirt,
misproportioned, sleeves hanging, gap-waisted.
Things worn soft,
things like us.
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