Expectant >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

Expectant >>>



i sit on cornfield
watching cars pass
filling my fingers
i reach my pocket
but empty of change;
few nuts and bolts
robbing each other

she ain't passing; why
wondering what happen
it is not weekend yet
i stand up; see corn
almost ready; harvest
never mind; i want her

Sunday, December 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love,waiting
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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