Donal Mahoney Poems

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371.
Midnight Squatters

Homeless man
in a Trayvon hoodie
under an old raincoat,
a gift today from
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372.
Teddy Will Be Home For The Holidays

This year Teddy phoned me
from who knows where
instead of one of our siblings.
This year I'm the honoree
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373.
Flashlight In The Gangway

The lack of visitors is uterine
and that is why you porcupine
in this dark corner. Here
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374.
Annual Physical

You go to the doctor
at 21, no problems.
Maybe a flu shot.
That's it.
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375.
When Carbon Paper Was King

All the rest are dead
except for Joe and Ed,
both ill and long retired.
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376.
A Previous Life

It was their wedding night and Priya didn’t want to tell her new husband all about it but Bill kept asking where she had learned to walk like that. Finally she told him it was inherited from a previous life, a life she had lived many years ago in India, not far from Bangalore. She had been a cobra kept in a charmer’s basket.

When the charmer found a customer, usually a Brit or Yank, he would play his flute and Priya would uncoil and rise from the basket. Her hood would swell and she would sway as long as the customer had enough money to keep paying the charmer. She never tried to bite a customer but some of the men weren’t the nicest people in the world. You think they would know better than to tease a cobra.
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377.
A Critic Comes To Dinner

I told my guest
it’s just a poem
doesn't mean a thing
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378.
Seasons Of The Year

Let’s not worry about it, Dearie,
life gets better, life gets worse.
We’re no different than
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379.
Small Shoulders

She speaks the truth
as she always has
in 40 years of marriage
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380.
Unplanned Parenthood

There’s nothing else to say.
The problem won’t go away.

It will palpitate until
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