Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Envelope in the Pigeonhole

 

This evening when I return to the hotel

I see in my pigeonhole

Angela’s writing

on a yellow envelope.

 

What excuse will she have for not writing?

Too busy, perhaps,

stirring cauldrons of soup

while the cats dash about licking her calves.

 

Or don’t the cats know enough

to lick at her calves?

Would that I were the cats

and the cats were taller.

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