Donal Mahoney Poems

The first time a man meets her,
his lids flicker,
an appropriate reaction.
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In the summer of 1956,
any Saturday at midnight
when the moon was full
and the stars were bright,
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Listen, Dad,
Mom's dead, but
you can dance
with her again.
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"Quiet, please, " I tell her,
"I want to hear the music."
She is sitting next to me again,
this time on a paisley couch,
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Whenever I mention you,
the doctor always asks
what do I see,
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Beneath the bowling-alley
bar marquee
the rain tonight
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Every evening,
up in my rooom,
I try to finish a poem
but Chicago is hot
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The puma of the will
has pounced again

This time, a doe
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This sylph came forward
from the second row
the second day of class
and asked if
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It's a matter of the heart,
the doctor says,
and he can fix it
with catheter ablation.
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