Here, Away

Big glasses of red wine
A pack of camel cigarettes Grain and stain on wood Believing coming here, away Somehow would

Burn a bridge
A fear in the psyche A cluttered clog
A mess offloaded

To coddle the child
and here hold her
In sweet cradled heat Allow again a tear or smile

Stay here for a while
Tip the ash into a metal bucket Stay here a while
Let and allow this.

STEPH SHEAHAN