Awaken, and get up, out of bed and … it is so late.
eight.
Oh.
The things that needed to be done and were due to be done will not get done.
Pick the things together, sort the clothes, sort the contents of the bag.
Awake
out on the landing the big sash window with small panes. Look through it, the mews, the victorian pleasure gardens. Beauty in age, increasing in beauty as they grow older.
It is worth a picture.
After yesterdays walk the face is red and burnt, the feet are sore.
A walk from Killakee to Glenmacnass waterfall.
Go down the stairs, to the right, to the left and out of the doors.
Through the yards, past the mews and through that small arch to the yard.
And knock at the brothers door.
eight.
Oh.
The things that needed to be done and were due to be done will not get done.
Pick the things together, sort the clothes, sort the contents of the bag.
Awake
out on the landing the big sash window with small panes. Look through it, the mews, the victorian pleasure gardens. Beauty in age, increasing in beauty as they grow older.
It is worth a picture.
After yesterdays walk the face is red and burnt, the feet are sore.
A walk from Killakee to Glenmacnass waterfall.
Go down the stairs, to the right, to the left and out of the doors.
Through the yards, past the mews and through that small arch to the yard.
And knock at the brothers door.
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