Poem: March seventeenth

raucous celebration
in honour of spring
and all that is green
flows unevenly past
my home and spills
loudly into the pub
spewing music and
bellowing mating calls
of happy youthful bucks
all rampant with beer
there ever watchful
tipsy young women
observe the charade
knowing the choices
they’ve already made.


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