Unlike Other Boys: Poems by Alan Ireland.



    The Petrel

    Peter's namesake, skittering
    Across the restless sea,
                                     or flittering
    Through troughs of dark uncertainty.

    Wheeling now, it hugs a wall
    Of water, hangs on air,
                                     and lightly falls
    To touch an unseen something there.

    Too late, too late, when trapped in mist,
    It turns: the path has gone.
                                     The waves insist
    The only way to go...is on.




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