Envelope In the Pigeonhole
Envelope in the Pigeonhole
This evening
when I return to the hotel
I see in my pigeonhole
Angela’s writing
on a yellow envelope.
What excuse
will she have for not writing?
Too busy, perhaps,
stirring cauldrons of soup
while the cats dash about
licking her calves.
Or don’t the cats know enough
to lick at her calves?
Would that I were the cats
and the cats were taller.
Donal Mahoney
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