121110c So Wet To Play Poem by Manonton Dalan

121110c So Wet To Play



grey clouds lurking up above
guarding my clubs in a bag
ground slushy from night rain
spikes bite a shoe dip; mud
squirting off blades of grass
slippery scary fall on my pants

draining slowly taking toll
drive to mall is same call
day getting darker; minutes
crows flying, squirrel running
could be nice weather coming
call it a day i've done my waiting

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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