Soldier Boy Poem by Donal Mahoney

Soldier Boy

Rating: 4.5


The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon

I march west beneath
my own umbrella while
you beneath a floppy hat

dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore

the perfume
traipsing in your wake,
the ribbons dancing

in your hair, as I
beneath my own umbrella
keep on marching west.

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