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That Saturday Robert McDermott Dublin |
That Saturday Every word had an underlying humour, a sense of fun in the nebulous rain- some whimsy that shielded us from the city's hard lights. We had a nice evening that ended with you not letting me finish your cigarette because I had quit and was dangerously close to relapsing- I watched as you crossed Dawson street towards South Anne's street, where you never looked over your shoulder, never sought a last look to take home- I was left with the rain the lights of Saturday night, all the things that really had nothing to do with any of it. Robert McDermott [Return to Psychopoetica home page] ©The contents of this page are copyright protected.
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