Ireland is everywhere this evening.
It's in my Starbucks Raspberry mocha,
it's in the dampness of my pant-legs as the rain soaks up through the bits that drag on the ground.
it's in this green/yellow sweater
and it's in the pause at the door as i search for the house key.
Ireland is always somewhere in the far reaches of my thoughts
but some moments throb with it in a strange mixture of yearning and accomplishment.
but off i ran
and here i am
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