in certain locations
there is only horizon. places
in America and Russia
and the sea. here also. Ireland:
it’s a beautiful country
sometimes. I am outside the office
in the Baldonnell Business
Park, bumming smokes from coworkers
after a call with a client
and my direct one above
and one up manager again.
they’re doing an audit. in the yard
across opposite, men are removing
a hammered steel steak
from the flank of a 2008 Ford.
it goes on their hips and they double
up under a shutter. it’s an amateur wrecking/
salvage shop – a little bit shady
from the neighbours’ perspective
but active at all times of day. overhead
a seagull is scanning for something
on concrete for miles to the airfield.
sometimes the cops come past, talk
to the guys there – about stolen cars,
I’d assume. Ireland’s a beautiful
country sometimes – I heard it
from my wife’s friend who visited
travelling Europe. I finish the second
of my got cigarettes. if horizons are just
when the sky meets the earth
then they’re up on the roof there with pigeons.