Cafe Writers, A First Collection

Extract from anthology:

OUT  OF  ARIGNA
by Maura Gilligan

Driving home from Arigna
through rolling hills
that  have sprouted windmills
and fat summer hedges

I slow down as I pass
an old man on a Honda,
his collie stretched
across his knees. 

A metal helmet disguises
his identity,
his Honda weaves through
an invisible chicane,

his dog’s tail indicates left.