Donal Mahoney Poems
|1482.||There's A Cliff Ahead||10/27/2013|
|1483.||Make Verdant Again The Hills||2/5/2015|
|1484.||A Mountain On The Lawn||3/27/2016|
|1485.||Angels Or The Fat Lady||8/28/2015|
|1486.||A Garden Of Their Own||10/23/2015|
|1487.||Nearing The Finish Line||5/5/2014|
|1489.||Found In An Attic: World War Ii Letter To A Wife||6/6/2014|
|1491.||A Good Neighbor||9/4/2013|
A Good Neighbor
Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.
He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.
George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.
For years I've fed this feral cat at 4 a.m.,
a crouching mound of fur, Satanic black, with yellow eyes
that never blink. I call him 'Doubting Thomas.'
I place his can of Fancy Feast five feet or so from him.
He doesn't stir till I go in the house
and douse the porch light.
Then he leaps and cleans the can