Happy St. Patrick's Day! Erin Go Bragh! Which means, "Ireland Forever!" or, alternatively, "Ireland Until The Day Of Judgment!" Which judgment, presumably, will be positive and in Ireland's favor.
I have actually been to Ireland. I went there because I had read James Joyce's Ulysses in college, and wanted to read it in Dublin. I made it through the first chapter. I forgot one thing: Joyce left.
There weren't many jobs on the Emerald Isle, but there was inspiration aplenty.
An Irish mountain is a Colorado speed bump
blessed and cursed with a leprechaun's arthritic charm
There is a strong demand there for poetry
has a sea-salt lick thirst
for ragefully gorgeous words
Dublin is an antique city
with one foot left in the Middle Ages
a broken kneecap from the Reformation
19th century coal blackening its face
its youth skidding headfirst into the 21st century
and a soul clarified into a green diamond
by a thousand and twenty-one years
of poetry alcohol and warfare
Happy St. Patrick's Day