Three Poems

Meteor Shower, Coastguard’s Tower, Ballycastle

The town has long since lost
its playground of sandy children
to baths and dragons,

Scotland has flounced in its hem
and shifted itself back
over the horizon,

Gamera’s been at war
with Tokyo’s would-be
monster destroyers

for hours and still your father
lets you stay – guest
among our lamps and books,

the blood of two ports
alive in our glasses –
and when it’s finally
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