Tir na nÓg —For Francis
“¿David, qué es ‘Tear Na Nog-gay?’” you ask, hesitant, mispronouncing the Irish—
“what’s Tír na nÓg?”—and I start
to fall in love with you.
We were 20 when you asked me that.
They call it Rúa Nova because of the street it’s on:
our corner table, veined white marble
on cast-iron legs, the café doesn’t have a name.