The Bus Stop - Post 9/11/2001 -- A Poem (from "Four Folded Corners")

Downtown, NYC 

It was like any other day 

the sun, bright,

hanging like an apple

in an orchard of brilliant clouds

You ran to get your bus,

when you could have walked,

waited for another

How could those left behind have foreseen it --

a shower of jet fuel
from such a wondrous sky.

By Mary E. Lohan

* Dedicated to Jeanieann Maffeo who died from burns suffered at a nearby bus stop after the planes struck the WTC.

** I remember so clearly that day as I drove to work and the way the sky appeared. A coworker had told me how he had managed to catch a bus that spared his life that day. 

Radisson Blu Galway - A Poem

Here is where
we began,

Strolls to and from
Shop Street
in the summer
and spring air

meandering
pub hopping

the cycle car
ride back in frigid
wind, our genitals
nearly falling
off when the
driver forgot
to cover us with
a blanket...

the posh dinner,
soup and brown
bread for lunch,
our expansive
breakfast buffet
which you got up
early to have
with me
though you would
have preferred
to sleep in...

this is where
sitting next to the
open fire
having one of our
extensive chats,
me gazing into
your handsome
Irish face, I
thought --

Yes, this is what
I would like
for the rest of
my life.

Written Jan 2014

Note: About Radisson Blu Galway

Two of Cups, Now Available at Charlie Byrnes Book Shop Galway!

Very pleased to announce that my poetry book, Two of Cups: A New York Poet in Galway is now available in Galway...  means a lot to me.

Poetry reading there to be announced in the near future.