May 18, 2012

Wound in Cellophane by Donal Mahoney



The older women come to coffee
with cookies wound in cellophane.
They talk of children

or their children’s children
or their garden.
Or they simply sew

and watch the young girls trickle in,
buy berry rolls and coffee,
nibble, sip, lick fingers, blow

small parachutes of smoke,
and laugh a young girl’s
world of willy-nilly.






Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.  His poems have appeared in The Red Poppy Review and other publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa.

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