The Poet Community

Wound in Cellophane | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

The older women come to coffee
with cookies wound in cellophane.
They talk of children

or their children’s children
or their garden.
Or they simply sew

and watch the young girls trickle in,
buy berry rolls and coffee,
nibble, sip, lick fingers, blow

small parachutes of smoke,
and laugh a young girl’s
world of willy-nilly.

Visit http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.


~ This site keeps going through the kind support of people like you.