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Petals Drift | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Last week Opal learned
she has cancer

might live six months
even though she’s busy

quilting with other
widows at church

gardening every day
pleased with her roses.

“I’m 80, Betty,
That’s old enough”

Opal tells her neighbor
over the fence

as she walks
in her garden

waters some roses
not as warm now

autumn is here
petals drift

in the breeze,
an early snow.

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