Brilliant
May morning.
Upstairs
Susan
showering,
singing,
as the children
waken.
By Donal Mahoney
Monday, July 26, 2010
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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. A Pushcart nominee, he has had poems published by The Wisconsin Review, The Kansas Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, Commonweal, Public Republic (Bulgaria), Revival (Ireland), The Istanbul Literary Review (Turkey), Bijou Poetry Review, The Osprey Journal (Scotland), Pirene's Fountain (Australia) and other publications.
This is a lovely poem.
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