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Caseworker’s Lament

Like that broad in an apricot bra
hanging over the sill
of her tenement window, the sun
 
is over me now, its nectar
laughing and falling.
I don’t have a barrel,
 
not even a goblet,
so I whirl underneath
hoping I drown.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

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