Sunday, August 9, 2015

Donal Mahoney- Three Poems

Apricot Glow

In the apricot glow 
of sunset two 

hummingbirds come
to the red feeder

show a little one
how to sip

Moving On

Mrs. O’Toole is raking leaves 
at 93 with vigor as strong
as Tim has seen for decades.  

He crosses the street and asks 
his neighbor how she's doing.
Not good, says Mrs. O'Toole.

Her doctor has told her
she doesn’t have much time. 
She has a blood problem 

with a long name and no cure.
She’ll fade away without pain.
May have a year at most.

Cancelled her daily paper 
and now must rake her leaves.
A young couple bought the house.

Sunday Commandants

You met the man a year ago
shook hands with him back then. 

Now you see him once a week
nod and say hello but you 

can’t stand the man for reasons 
you don't understand.

Neither of you is rich or poor.
He’s done nothing untoward.

Perhaps it has to do with him 
becoming a commandant like you 

albeit in a different aisle
passing the basket at church.

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

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