041811n Next Time Poem by Manonton Dalan

041811n Next Time



i feel bad hitting branch
with my errant golf ball
it broke it off and fall
i pick up, large as thumb
there's lot of power behind
that flying ball, i imagine

it could be weight of cones
that contributes to breaking
then i thought; gardener who
died who got hit by errant ball
i have lethal weapon at hand
i must be, must be very careful

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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