Poetry Issue 13

   Issue # 13 : January - March 2011

Joe Collins



Like Garlic Through A House


      for Maggie


      A boy fishes
      the shallows
      of the Irish Sea.

      To the burrless,
      to the all gently—

      To the Sprit, as
      promised, padding
      a huntress-
      type of green.

      A drifting...

      for millenia—
      millennia of rain,
      thunder,

      of ending.

      And still, too,
      a nebulous
      people-
      ment.
      A whist. All

      as you wish.
      Tonight
      across the galaxy

      in old old waves,
      The Beatles—

      only just beginning.