I remember the train

and the cab that I caught,

the train because of the meal that I had,

too many plates, the tiniest portions,

the cab because of the driver I had.

I could see in the mirror his eye

soar to the side of its socket,

a hummingbird there

ready to flutter into his skull.

From station to town,

that hummingbird flew

as I kept listening

to its master extol

the town’s lone hotel.

— Donal Mahoney