The Joy in Joyce
“Ulysses” sat on my bookshelf for
Two decades, disdainful of my last
Surrender at page sixty.
Cliffs Notes from Tower
Sat beside the book, beckoning me to
Give it one more college try.
It took a desperate decision on
My way out the door to
Grab that yellow & black
Decoder book and dig in once again.
Stuck outside on a President’s Day weekend,
Freezing my ass off in early morning drizzle,
I remarked at the irony of Irish weather
While re-attempting the intimidating read.
Suddenly, I grasped the plot, but
Once back home, my copy
Collapsed in a heap.
A quick trip to Beers landed me a second, nay,
Third chance to do right by the writer.
Now, chapter one flew faster than a
Hummingbird, and the next inspired me
To read aloud the fine verse, savor the
Balsamic reduction, with words so
Thick I chewed three times
Before swallowing, and what a feast
It was!
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