An Post, Lissagarvan, County Leitrim, Éire
13th March 2014

 
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You don’t know that man. What he achieved was massive. He’s under a lot of pressure; every hour has to be accounted for. She has endless demands. I saw him coming, as it were from Ireland. I realise now that it’s best to avoid being here the week before St Patrick’s Day. When there are ash crosses on the women’s foreheads, when the flags are starting to go up, when he is so distracted. Talking through the gate I said it had the ears of a rabbit and he laughed at the innocence of the lamb.
 

Here you have to keep your distance, admit to nothing. They all know who my father is.
 

I would have been walking to Fenagh.
I would have been blue.
I would have been worried he’d talk to me.
I would have been reading about the missing art treasures.
I would have been carrying in the wood.
I would have been in disarray.
I would have been hoping the bicycle worked.
I would have been watching him build the abbey.
I would have been discussing crowd control.
I would have been in the mood for a costume drama.
I would have been ordering wine instead of tea.
I would have been imagining something ideal.
 

The names surprised me. Anthony Trollope, William Henry Drummond, really?
 

Audrey Reynolds, Éire.