Donal Mahoney- Three Poems

Bells from the Cathedral

 

How do you tell

a wife you love

there are Spring days

in raw Chicago

bright with sun

and the boom

of bells

from the Cathedral

how do you tell

a wife like that

there are Spring days

you wish you had a girl

 

From The Train Going Home

As we roar over and by

the oaks are as still

as the pond they surround

 

Only the swans

on the pond

are moving

 

Then from an oak

a buckshot of crow

cawing and leaving

 

Each Morning

 

It is not the position,

not the money,

not the opportunity.

It is breakfast

with my steaming tea,

my rolls,

my periodicals,

my wife pouring, buttering, keeping quiet,

my shower, towel, shirt and tie,

my selection of that tie and

that tie’s winding,

my good-bye.

 

 

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.