Stuck Outside Letterkenny

Was it this attractive first time ‘round?
Ah, the impatience of a laxative mind

But she always knew.

A glimmering ago a cafe window glistened

Its charming interior, sun blessed

Further along, decked in calico,

A boutique’s broad smile

Beguiled you in

Above, around and beyond

The scent of soap and chocolate

Baked bread and flowers, pervaded

A street, a conflation of pleasure and yet
I sped by, insensible, seeking other signposts

Other routes

Now, trapped like sand in a plugged

Hourglass, grinding micro memories,

Beyond me the distant café’s violet

Eyes are sealed; the boutique’s finery

Shuttered away, perfumes obliterated

In a haze of diesel.

All now is closed
And all, now merely fumes and

All, the more lovelier now lost and

The road not taken, gridlocked forever.