They are both old
Boireann and her
she wants to remain in the car
hunched
regarding the other
through the smear of a window
the intrusion of a wing mirror mars
a romance of meddled limestone
a partial view
yet she is content
because she sees
even when these days
rooks overhead look crimson
one colour among several is lost
and edges soften
I am younger
not as young as clouds blowing off the Atlantic
older than wild rose or bloody cranesbill
growing in the clints and grikes
of Boireann otherwise Boirinn
this Burren great rock frac-
tured
like her calcium-leached spine
osteoporosis of the karst
