Mabel in a gray cotton
dress turning to gauze
bends over her garden
feeling for a ripe cantaloupe
to take in the house
and chunk up for supper
when suddenly she sees
a blimp in the sky
this August afternoon.
She wants to board that blimp
before Melvin gets home,
removes his bib overalls
and straps her butt
because his meatloaf is cold
and his melon hot.
If he beats her again,
she knows she can't sit
through Sunday service.
One of many nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart prizes, Donal Mahoney
has had poetry and fiction appear in various publications in North America, Europe, Asia and Africa. Some of his work can be found at http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html.
Fine work.
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