Saturday, June 8, 2013

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Soldier Boy
The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon 

I march west beneath 
my own umbrella while 
you beneath a floppy hat

dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore 

the perfume 
traipsing in your wake,
the ribbons dancing 

in your hair, as I
beneath my own umbrella
keep on marching west.

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