Between his finger and his thumb
the poet Seamus Heaney versed
where you and I used keyboard chalk
his shortened pen on page impressed
Under his balcony
the slither of an uncoiling snake
he looks up
nearly airport time
Below
his mother pegs the washing to her plastic washing line
masted on great grey-green poles
her laundry basket ruddered on her hip
the diamond grassy clearing out the back
her refuge and her ship