Ireland? Really?
I'd even take you to Ireland, so great is myUrge to have you at my side. Why would
Two people from soggy Seattle spend money
To visit another wet place, and mill among
Busloads of Irish Americans, wielding
Their digital cameras and phones, and
Extolling the greatness of one crummy
Country, whose sole claim to fame
Is production of writers, none of whom
They've ever read? Can't we see Hungary,
Or go back to Paris, or maybe Croatia
Or Greece, where it's warm, and it's
Not always raining? If you want it damp,
We don't need to travel. We'll wander
The shorelines back home.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-12-19 at 13:57
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