ONE POEM – Donal Mahoney

Posted: February 15, 2012 in Fiction, Poetry
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She walks the rack of bright frocks

as her husband, an Angus aging,

paws at the carpet behind her.

She wants the right dress


to make verdant again the hills

that summers ago

brought her young bull

into her valleys.


Now he needs prodding

even to graze.

Now she no longer


has to rope off

what he used to rip up.

Now he causes no pain.


  1. PERFECT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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