Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 2.1: November 30th, 2010

An American in Dublin
by Belinda Roddie

You could be a black spot drifting
in the corner of my eye,
never leaving my sight for a second.

We talk over pints, seafood chowder,
and you ask me why I don’t go home.
What defines home?

You are more than just a speck.
You are a boat floating in the Liffey.
You carry me to sea.

The work you see here was originally written on November 30th, 2010. It was last modified in 2011.

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