Ruby and Frank
© By Joan Newmann
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Ruby and Frank, after my mother died,
Took me on my bike to Mullahead.
Beside the Cusher River in the cattle hoof-marked
Ground, we ate strawberries.
Frank kissed Ruby and in the heat of mid-day
We ate strawberries and lay on our backs,
The two of them – the one of me,
I, finding a place next to them.
Round by Moyallon and Gilford
Singing without brakes downhill.
Tandragee, back to the wind – I don’t remember Tandragee,
Its castle, pink on sunset stone.
I don’t remember ever coming home.