Quarry
Extinct, fallow, weed-clogged
Cavities of harvested air
Look down upon the harbour
Where familial rock is set
Cut square and thrown
With brutal care beneath
These same feet passing mine
On this and other Sundays
© PJ Nolan 2005
A statement about my mother who has died
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It has been 2 weeks and 2 days since my mother died.
Such is the nature of mourning. Every day counts. Each days brings us
farther from the incalculable ...
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