Nobody can be Atlas

I keep thinking about UA Fanthorpe
and a suspect edifice held up
in the air
and the beach sky, Wexford. Him
flying a kite, me holding
the babies sand whipping
us and my fingers
tipping the sky, holding
up the blue sheet of it.

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