Donal Mahoney


Another Spring - Poem by Donal Mahoney

I heard from Harold
this morning, someone
older than I am, the two of us
in winter staring at another spring

someone I haven’t seen in 50 years,
side by side in cubicles again
making plans for lives
that might have been

waiting for the quitting bell
to say it’s 5 o’clock, time
to dunk our time cards,
hop the trolley and go home.

Topic(s) of this poem: spring


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2015



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