Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by R L Swihart   Epiphany Sotto voce—   You are in the audience You are on the stage   A child's plaything is limned in light   grows dark upon the page   Oblivion like a curtain falls   The Road from Sligo to Drumcliff Without apology the boy empties his pockets spilling out a few marbles strings and jacks—   A tinker's wagon tethered to trees by sagging clotheslines   The carrot-haired lass who answered him with the brogue of her smile   The whale of Ben Bulben buoyed above the fog   Next Poem
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