042011p Mother Duck Poem by Manonton Dalan

042011p Mother Duck



4pm they're still on first tee
warming up to be next to go
could be playing nine holes
i stop by to practice putting
same as bunker; chip shots
perfect day you can't pass

greens is full; two in bunkers
so i walk towards the lake
watch swimming ducklings
floating like cotton, writing
on lake with their tiny feet
mother never left an eye

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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