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We remember

the dance half-done
the kiss almost given

the red hair
falling from the turret

hear,
above grey waters,

the half-promise
of the lute.

The Dance Half Done

By Mary Ann Larkin
(born 1945)

We ride the bus back and

right after we get there, M

announces that she doesn’t

have the car keys. She says

she took them out of her jeans in the restroom. She is pretty

upset and mad at herself but I am just happy she knows where

they are. Up till now the Irish have been pretty friendly but

they aren’t very helpful at quitting time.

The bus driver wouldn’t take us back and the man at the visitor

center is nice but can’t get anyone who works at the castle to
bring the keys to us. It is closing time and they are anxious to

be on their way. Not sure what we’d have done out there in the

middle of no place but a nice lady from Dublin who was there

with her family volunteered to help. We all pile into their car

(their bikes on the back) – M, the young couple, their 2 kids,

and me. I entertain them with my fake southern accent since

the only Americans they know were from TX and we get back

to the castle in no time.

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