Dublin Haiku
The shaggy Germans
kiss as they walk. They stumble
upon ever brick.
The gulls of Liffey
push the sea in among the
red cows, the white stone.
The waitress has to
pursue the Americans
who forgot to pay.
The Liffey bears the
green land, the heron-haunted,
to the green sea’s heart.
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