Donal Mahoney Poems

To lie in bed
this morning of a snow
when neither of us
has to go
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We retired on the same day,
several years ago, my wife and I.
We sat around the house
drinking espresso coffee
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If I met the same women now
I probably wouldn't know them.
They're missing teeth, I bet,
and have gray Medusa hair.
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A new coiffure would help.
Your hair should flounce
when you walk.

Spiff up your wardrobe.
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Every month or so
on a Sunday afternoon
I skip the football game
and get in my truck
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It's a disgusting thing but Paddy Gilhooley, who knew better as a child, had begun farting in church very early in life. He started in grammar school, many decades ago, long before the nuns selected him in fourth grade to be an altar boy to serve Mass.
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Oso, Washington 2014


Under the mud he can hear the men
...

You were gone
when I got home
at midnight
from a double shift.
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You want to abide by custom
but what kind of card
do you send
a man of those years
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Rogers Park, Chicago,


This brilliant winter morning finds
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