We hung suet out on the deck today hoping the wrens would come and stay the winter,
Even though we’re getting older even rickety in some respects my wife and I remain involved in the joys of life.
Reunions can happen and leave you speechless. I’m standing at a bank of elevators in a hospital going to visit my wife
The last visitor before I sleep is always the old priest puffing up the stairs to my door, a wine cask under each arm, a loaf of pumpernickel in his teet…
He lives at the edge of a forest and loves all the different trees. He comes to the city for food and basic necessities. He hates the long drive
As the snow swirls around them, an old man in a wheelchair uses sign language to tell another old man standing at the bus stop, “Friend,
Through the window I see the sun fire up for the last time today. There are jays in the trees near the meadow,
He publishes poems by writers who find no publishers elsewhere. They suffer rejection and he gives them hope.
It’s Ramadan and late one evening I walk by a mosque and hear little girls laughing on the sidewalk,
Some day soon Wall Street giants will walk on their hands never sit or sleep. They will eat
My wife likes to garden. She’s crazy about roses, lilies and daisies. She says I should get out in the garden and weed.
Unlike his peers his office holds no photo of a wife no indication that he has fathered five
A row of lilacs covered with a summer snow. Ten white butterflies.\ Donal Mahoney
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