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Donal Mahoney

Donal Mahoney

Over and Out

Harley turned 70
the other day
and died
 
riding his motorcycle
through a pink dawn,
an old Suzuki
 
not a Harley.
He hit a fireplug
and soared,
 
a missile shot
over the handlebars.
He never made a sound
 
landed in
a rose garden
but never knew it.
 
Heart attack
while airborne,
never felt the thorns.
 
Donal Mahoney

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