Luke Kelly and the dark haired colleen of Raglan
Road awoke an old memory. Maybe it was something
from a long time ago in this life, or maybe not:
To see the light
shimmer on a woman’s dark hair
Is to feel the first
glimmer of a stirring inside.
Hear the rap on the
window and the pad on the stair,
And await the sweet
scent of fair Bridget, the bride.
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