Frank and Bridget came over
On a steamer in the teens
Of the last century from Ireland
I don't know if they were married
Or had yet to meet or even if
They were romantic or just practical
Did you know the earthquakes
Are destroying the churches in Mexico
And I worry about those
Who are swallowed up
Who remembered Mozart at the end
Thrown into a pit
I stayed a summer month with them
When I was fifteen and we
Barely uttered a word
Me too awkward them too old
Awareness of the questions
Comes too late I think
Of all I could have learned
From Frank and Bridget
And built an inner-Ireland for them
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