Winter On Astor Street Poem by Donal Mahoney

Winter On Astor Street



The Gold Coast, Chicago

Beneath the canopy,
a doorman holds
a cast-iron door that lets

an ancient duchess issue.
Swathed in a silver gown
she tugs her sable cape

tight around a tumor
that nice young doctor
will announce tomorrow.

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