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Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney

Dreams I Can’t Remember

Dreams I can’t remember
cause a conflagration
 
fire hoses can’t put out.
Dreams I can recall
 
arrive in technicolor.
They’re no problem.
 
I call my buddy Clint
who mounts his palomino,
 
gallops into the room,
aims and makes my day.
 
 
Donal Mahoney

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It Takes a Little Old Lady

It was always a lovely yard, the grass green, never a weed. Dandelions in spring were an endangered species as soon as she spotted them.
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Old Stag Giddy

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My Wall Street Garden

It’s midnight and I’m too tired to stroll in my Wall Street garden to check on the nightlife among the flowers
As Hunger Reigns

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Anyone Who Steps in the Way

Paul’s not a veteran of Vietnam but he goes there in his dreams to watch his brother Tim walk in hazy streams sprayed with Agent Orange before he
After All These Years

When she leaves the room when will she be back When she leaves the house how long will she be gone When she must go out of town
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Sally in the Alley and Joanie in the Weeds

Sarah makes sandwiches all day, piling meat and trimmings high on pillowy bread she spreads apart before her customers’ eyes. Hardworking men love her sandwiche…
A Tin Cup Playing Mozart

Two men running for office disagree about everything but have one thing in common. They won’t release their tax returns.
Dead Brother’s Note to Our Dad

Dad, happy to see you’re taking a nap. I’m down at the pier so give me a shout when you wake up
Funny as a Heart Attack

A group of older men gather once a week to talk about life after a heart attack. Old Len chews tobacco still and tells jokes in a voice so low
An Interview with Adolph

How are things, Adolph? This is Brian, from NBC. Thanks for the interview. It will air in September if the network brings me back.
A Painting by Monet

This Monarch butterfly dances from petal to petal red, yellow and orange sits for a while on each and then
Butterfly and Milkweed in Maplewood, Missouri

A small city on the outskirts of St. Louis has ordered Alice Hezel to pull the swamp milkweed out of her yard because the city says it’s a weed and weeds aren’t allowed in Maplewood, Mi...
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The old poet has agreed to read his poems in Hanley Hall if a student will push his wheelchair on stage. Agreed. And students must agree not to ask
Before the Leap

Young hummingbird swirls and darts to the red feeder. Black cat waits below. Donal Mahoney



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