Brief Cameos
T Tom Billsborough
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Brief cameos, old memories.
The deep blue eyes,
A light voice,
The accent sweeter than a Gaelic song,
Portpatrick harbour glowing in the dusk
The sea stretching in its restless sleep,
The Irish Ferry, brightly lit,
Making for Loch Ryan and Stranraer.
Encounters brief but poignant
In the fading rose of sunset.
We sat upon a seat and talked a while.
I never asked her name,
The meeting didn't warrant,
Which I regret and yet
It did preserve the mystery.
Of course I wonder
What became of her.
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