John Hewitt tribute

My voice is still at odds
With my surroundings.

From countryside to
Urban correllations, to
America andnhome,

Home a place which
Holds our physicality
Shackles for the soul.

Strangers surround us
Accents treacle thick I
Swim through language
A drowning man.

Night cool
A time for
Reflection or regret.

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