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Dead broke & willing to learn

When I awoke
I was back in Dublin
for the second time in nine days

The first time I never got much of a look
other than the canal
and the suspension bridge
resembling a harp

I had planned on meeting Joyce
at the Gravity Bar
instead was swept away by all the tourists
and before I knew it
found myself blocks away
from The Liberties

Having bounced from here to there
I somehow landed in a pub
slash eatery
down the street
from the Google building
where an up & coming young gent
(with a Mediterranean accent & penchant
for rhyme & meter)
bought me a cool chocolately stout from Galway

In turn I handed him one of my chapbooks
which he quickly flipped
from one page to the next
before stopping cold on his own volition





june two thousand twenty-three
copyright j matthew waters
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