Two White Doors

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for Joan Minch of Scott Tallon Walker, Architects

  

I pressed the buzzer time and time and time again

Compelled to visit your Church-quiet workplace

This thoughtful house, full of the sure-footed

A neat forge where expensive dreams are hammered out

There at the crossroads of light and shade

Where Ireland’s wings were hinged and gently made

 

 

That evening out in the O’Reilly Hall

At the rally of masters and all they had surveyed

The smooth soft Portland gable of the Bus Station

One hundred creations of the heart and mind

Answers cut from quarries rolled in red hot mills

The honeyed glass they set in time-bronzed frames

With blinds and simple window sills

 

 

We are working lately on an ambitious scheme

A tricky complex with a thousand cells

And one by one the problems of a thousand years

Are being demolished with the softest wrecking balls

The rub of charcoal on the North side of the Square

Behind those two white doors

And you are there