Siren of the Streets by Donal Mahoney

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(photo by Carol Bales)
Whenever she comes by
it’s always the same thing.
I make her comfortable
and then she leaves. 
 
I tell her she’s a harlot 
hooking up all night 
with God knows who 
but in her case God
 
looks the other way.
Curious neighbors 
ask if I know her.  
I ask them do I look 
 
like that kind of man?
Peter denied Christ thrice
but I make Peter a piker
when it comes to denying 
 
this siren of the streets.
Once in a while a neighbor,
smitten as I am, takes her in
because she’s attractive
 
and it’s peaceful until
some morning very early
she’s on my deck again
heartbroken, forlorn,
 
willing to do anything
for a nosh and a drink. 
Since no one is up
at that hour to see me 
 
I sit on the deck
and she leaps on my lap
and I stroke her until
she’s a Lamborghini 
 
purring at a red light. 
Then she drives off,
leaving me on the deck
heartbroken, forlorn.
 
She must have been spayed.
Never had any kittens. 
What might Pope Francis 
think about this?
 
Her kittens, after all,
would have been beautiful 
just as she is,
harlot or not.
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A wonderful, surprising poem from Donal. If the picture of the siren had not been included, I would have thought this poem was telling me something different 🙂
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