Donal Mahoney

Armadillo Home - Poem by Donal Mahoney

Rush Hour, Chicago

Early evening traffic's
rather heavy.
Autos armadillo home

along the Outer Drive
as out of mouths of buildings
people enter mouths

of anything that moves
wherever every evening
they are going. Tonight

they interrupt the passion
of another person’s day,
the crone astride the hydrant

who once again this evening
bows and swoops and curses
as she burlaps broken glass

gives the finger to nice people
propped in autos staring
as she lets the traffic pass.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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