Galway, Christmas Eve

early afternoon
the rain invades like pagan spears
from a darkened sky
even now the streetlights glow dimly
through the mist

across the salmon weir there’s a man
in from the country selling trees
and over the road
someone I don’t know
with a turkey across his shoulder
wishes me and carries on

slowly I’m up toward Shop Street
through a sea
of last minute bargain hunters
and the desperate
into a public bar
where the fire is lit
waiting for my pint to settle


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