May

 May in Dun Leary


Minding my own business, heading for a haircut

Locking up my bike when a lovely voice behind

Captures me and  passers by stand and listen

This superb summer day in the Centre of Dun Leary. 


Turning back I find some change 

And leave it on her jacket

While she moves seamlessly

From Sinatra to Flamenco. 


It gives me pleasure to see who gives

And who passes as she sings her repertoire

Young and old, yes, mostly old

Who slowly bend and toss a coin. 


Old ladies with umbrellas on a sunny day

Just in case the forecast proves false again

Give their widows mite while their silver hair

Shines in the bright noonday sun of May. 


This piece of heaven arrives without a warming

Like nearly all the best things - a surprise

A voice that’s rich enraptures the builder’s crew

Sitting in the sun, captures me and you. 


She sings in English and in Spanish 

And while we ponder which magic part of Spain

She sings an Argentinian air for compatriots

Who embrace with double kiss and dance in the public square.  


With St Michael’s church a backdrop

As pigeons hunt for crumbs from school kids 

Tradesmen stop awhile whistling a familiar tune

Only in Dun Leary will you hear a girl from Buenos Aires sing. 

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