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July 2014 – Poem of the Month

The SerenitiesDermot-Healy-by-Dallan-Healy

for Helen

A fire lit.
Candles burning.
The animals in.


The last weather report
giving warm breezes
from the south.


Our lovemaking
sweet and, just before sleep,
thoughts like prayer.


Then the dark where,
when you turn,
I turn,


as if we were
for one beautiful moment
looking the same way


from some height
at something moving slowly
out of sight.


by Dermot Healy
from What the Hammer (1998)
Gallery Books

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