Poem. Author knows nothing about poetry, can’t really understand it, has a few favorites. Nevertheless, under the influence of West Kerry (Dingle Peninsula) and (that night) Kilbeggin Irish whiskey, wrote one.
Sixth
The smell of the chill of a clear evening after a warm day
The feel of first dawn when it’s going to get hot
The sound of silent snowfall
The sight of closing one’s eyes to listen
The taste of opening oneself to the glories of the universe
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