January 12, 2013

Daydream by Donal Mahoney


Down the patio walk,
white stones, through the garden,
under the trellis toward me
yellow frock, yellow hair
rising and falling
 
I lie in my lawn chair,
spoon honeydew sherbet, sip
pink ade from a tall glass,
cubes circling
 
She is almost upon me
I look up and I tell her
I have sand, sea, skies, laughs,
all paid for and nothing
nothing at all to do.
 



Nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney has had work published in Red Poppy Review and other print and electronic publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. 

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