Loving Her
He remembers loving her
lost in an orchard
peaches, pears, apricots
falling on his head
every day
always out of breath
stunned, dizzy
seeking shelter
he never found
then hating her
the night she sent him
whirling into space
dodging stars, planets
no sign of life anywhere
wondering whether
he would ever hear
a songbird welcome spring
or kiss her again.
Donal Mahoney
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