' ' ' ' ' Another Country(For My Old Pal Al)
D Dónall Dempsey
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Here, held
between forefinger & thumb
the dead come
alive again
grown ups
are only little
this boy
unaware that he is
to be
my father
between the borders
of this photograph
the Past
persists
exists
in a black & white world
that was as real
as ours.
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