Green Panatela
Green Panatela
Waiting in his Cadillac, silver gray,
Dr. Oates swerves his lighter
to his green panatela.
Next to Dr. Oates,
a poodle, silver gray, barks
where Mrs. Oates will sit
in moments now,
when from the beauty shop,
coiffed silver gray,
majestically she issues.
Donal Mahoney
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