Green Panatela Poem by Donal Mahoney

Green Panatela



Waiting in his Cadillac, silver gray,
Dr. Oates swerves his lighter

to his green panatela.
Next to Dr. Oates,

a poodle, silver gray, barks
where Mrs. Oates will sit

in moments now,
when from the beauty shop,

coiffed silver gray,
majestically she issues.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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