040810e When Office Is Close Poem by Manonton Dalan

040810e When Office Is Close



i sit beneath a tree
everytime wind blows
petals fall like snow
covering grass, yellow
i extend my hand to catch
i saw an eye on watch

i reach my pocket for sudoku
to pass time and erase blue
looks like light ain't coming back
yes, office would be in the dark
people start to gather for a chat
i guess they're happy, they laugh

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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