In Chesterfield and Spats
Mar 28th, 2010 | By Donal Mahoney | Category: Poetry | 445 viewsThe father of the girl
I stare at now,
as we wait for our morning bus,
stands across the street,
tall and proper in his herringbone
chesterfield and spats.
He is waiting for a bus
that goes in the opposite direction.
He wears a derby
and has a silver cane.
He smokes a green panatela.
Suddenly he pirouettes
and smiles at my daughter.
She is waiting for the same bus as he.
She takes it to school every morning.
That night at supper,
I ask her about him.
“Dad, he’s super!”
At 12, she knows.
“Dad, he rides the same bus
as me every morning
and he checks my homework
and I ask him questions.
Dad, he knows all the answers.”
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About Donal Mahoney: Donal Mahoney, a native of Chicago, lives in St. Louis, MO. He has worked as an editor for The Chicago Sun-Times, Loyola University Press and Washington University in St. Louis. He has had poems published in or accepted by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Public Republic (Bulgaria), Gloom Cupboard (U.K.), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Poetry Friends, Poetry Super Highway, Pirene's Fountain (Australia) and other publications. |
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