060610c Getting Connected Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm uniquely situated in a crowd
i'm the only one wearing black
oh! my a shiny crow on lily's yard
eyes are darts sticking on my back
i could have taken off my jacket
i feel good with checkered tie on it

coffee, doughnuts blend with stories
so as the laughter and hand shakes
there are faces i haven't seen in years
whirlpools of limbs forming by corners
chattering lips from weekend golfers
least i understand they are getting better