10/8 – “A Weekend in Enniskillen”
The bus bumbles
back past these
toy box towns that I remember.
Six hour stretches
of rainbow Jumbo Jenga,
apartment atop apartment
interspersed
with carpets of pastoral jade.
Sheep lift their heads to greet us passerby’s.
They streak by outside my window
as my poems repeat on my lips
to sink into memory,
reminding me
why I decided to come here
in the first place.