Donal Mahoney Poems

I've found no new woman,
as you'd like to surmise.
But the next one
who braids
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I can no more justify these poems
than can the pyromaniac
his conflagrations. We both
stand back, the pyromaniac
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The haberdasher has
that season of the year
he rids his racks, his bins
of oddments.
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how does one handle
nude on the beach
extremities starfished
almost asleep
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If you can't believe Dr. Donohue
in his syndicated column
when he addresses matters medical,
then 'whom, ' as my mother
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How do you tell
a wife you love
there are Spring days
in raw Chicago
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The two Gibraltars in the yard
never were delivered.
They have always been there.
The twenty years I lived there
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Out on the lake
the whitecaps leap,
old lions shot in midair.
Not far from the water
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I have spent an hour
lying in the sun
on Joe Brickle's farm
waiting for Pedro and Pablo
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So I never go out
but I'm never at home
so that's why I never
answer the phone.
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