Donal Mahoney- A Poem

 

Husk of a Horsefly

It's the last day of September

as I carefully toe

the husk 

of a horsefly

out of my office

onto bright tiles

Stella will buff

to a sheen

while I am at home

surveying my supper.

But now I have time

to sit at my desk

till it's time for my train.

I can lean back in my chair

and listen to the day

drone near the ceiling.

Soon it will

helicopter down

like a horsefly,

touch ground

and taxi awhile

before braking.

Donal Mahoney

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Donal Mahoney has had poems published in Dead Snakes and other publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.