I kneel at her feet
In Persona Christi
Bathing them in prayer
That she might stand
Again just once
And learn to walk
All over
Two of us propping
Her up until she
Is able to stand alone
She might even look
Forward to a slim hope
We could go to Wexford
And stay a night
In a place looking over
The harbour
And set our dreams abroad
On the parting ships of dawn
Daydreaming every possibility
The light of it shining
In her ancient eyes
And smiling
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