Steerage   Mine came from Cork, hers from Armaugh — it hardly mattered. Her people, my people, they had all been through it, the hunger, the words   for leaving, the passage over the gray betweenness of the sea, the sad and brutal task of renewal. Americay   meant forgetting — just picture the galoots hearing the dandies on the boulevard laugh at Paddy in his five-dollar suit.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont December 2022