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My Deer, Phoenix Park.

That’s a full stop – a red stop sign with angled corners and a white line around it. 

Resting here, my knees have buckled, in front of that sign you planted in my path.

I have walked this space so confidently, happy to share what I know, to muck in.

Sleeves rolled up, information exchanged, doing my bit to shape a bigger picture and to challenge…. 

How it is all done.

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Over in old Ireland you wandered as a youngster in Phoenix Park.

Before you came here you played there – laughed, loved and met your sweetheart.

Rambled by the President’s house until you were brought home in a ‘government car’.

I listened to your stories, told with your Gaeilge lilt and then you turned and looked deep in.

Eyes that said you were going for good, forever.

No more Celtic Odyssey – it is completely silent now.

Phoenix Park, Ireland, courtesy Irish Office of Public Works
Phoenix Park, Ireland, courtesy Irish Office of Public Works

Another reflection.https://good-grief.com.au/for-julian/

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