Looking for a Piece, by Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney

Looking for a Piece

Even though

we’re getting older

even rickety in some respects

my wife and I remain

involved in the joys of life.

We love each other more

than we did decades ago,

which is why I tell her

on this hot summer day

she looks fetching

in those shorts and

I’m sure tonight

when the temperature drops

I’ll be looking for a piece

of onion on my burger.

Donal Mahoney

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