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Every time something breaks
like the pipe in the wall
we heard gushing
this morning
my wife wants to call
a repairman because
I can’t fix anything
except split infinitives
and dangling participles
and I usually agree
but this time
I mention the kayaks
in the attic and say
why don’t we hop
in the kayaks
open the front door
and sail down the street
wave to the neighbors
cutting their grass
planting their peonies
worrying about crime
and shout best of luck
we’re tired of the good life
we’re sailing away.
© by Donal Mahoney.
Used with the author's permission.
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Donal Mahoney (1938 - 2017), the son of Irish immigrants, grew up in Chicago, Illinois. He later lived in St. Louis, Missouri. Donal spent the early ‘70s actively submitting poems to print journals and enjoyed some success. He then took a 35-year hiatus from poetry to work as an editor of prose at such lofty establishments as the Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press, and Washington University in St. Louis. Upon retirement, Donal took to his recliner, and was perfectly happy reading and listening to Gregorian chant all day. After three years, however, his wife bought Donal a computer and showed him where the boxes of still-unpublished poems had been stored in the basement for many years. Thus Donal began actively submitting again in June 2008. See more of his work at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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cork:
I know now how to deal with a plumbing problem. Thank you.
Posted 10/21/2015 09:59 PM
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Lori Levy:
I'll think of this poem next time I hear gushing in the pipe in the wall.
Posted 10/21/2015 12:42 PM
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wendy morton:
Lovely. A kayak of a poem.
Posted 10/21/2015 10:28 AM
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TheSilverOne:
Enjoyed the poem, and the bio.
Posted 10/21/2015 09:55 AM
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rhonasheridan:
A dismal day. Then I read this poem. That made me laugh and now I feel fine! Thank you. It made me giggle - even better!
Posted 10/21/2015 08:57 AM
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Cindy:
That is kind of how I feel sometimes! A fun poem.
Posted 10/21/2015 08:45 AM
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