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Donal Mahoney Poems
A Good Neighbor
Cookies for George, 40 years back from Viet Nam, are the only payment the man will accept
Nearing the Finish Line
Walking very slowly, ancient Wally's right behind his ancient Molly who's stepping down the garden path, her first time out in weeks,
Make Verdant Again The Hills
She walks the rack of bright frocks as her husband, an Angus aging, paws at the carpet behind her. She wants the right dress
Three Girls Of Spring
In this college town three girls of Spring are fresh bread brown before the noon of May.
Letter to an Estranged Middle-Aged Son
The older I get the more I realize the importance of getting things done before your mother announces another
Peace for Me Now
after Baghdad On the table by the window
An ISIS Nursery Rhyme
Listen, young lady, this is the man who will cut off your legs
When will you understand it's all about me. The world we live in whirls around my axis.
Where did it go? I really don't know. I lost it weeks ago in the middle of the night.
There's A Cliff Ahead
Sixty years ago, the two of us rode tricycles up a little hill behind our school.
Bright Saturday in June and there, for once, the whole of it and, Lord, I have no camera.
After Listening to World News Tonight
When the next emperor dies and arrives in Hades there will be great applause
Found in an Attic: World War II Letter t...
When I get home things will be the same. I haven't changed.
In the waiting room, I squeeze this old rosary a nun gave me the day I got back from Iraq.
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A Good Neighbor
Cookies for George,
40 years back from Viet Nam,
are the only payment
the man will accept
to mow your lawn,
rake your leaves,
shovel your snow.
He sleeps behind
his brother's house
above the garage.
Every two weeks
he shaves and bathes.
His brother takes him
to the Veterans Hospital.
George has cancer again
40 years after Agent Orange.
But he'll mow your lawn,
rake your leaves
and shovel your snow
for nothing less than
cookies for George.