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Tuesday, February 15, 2011
To A Leprechaun: imagination is a treasure— enchantment is a dance.
by Kevin Heaton
I will court you in the Gaelic,
drunk on Irish coffee; where
little people rosie round the age
rings of a tree. We will harken
to the shamrocks, count each others
fingers, then lie down on ‘Tiveragh
Hill,’ in velvet green.
Are you the Kevin Heaton who was a busker in Salamanca in 1992?
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