I Am Dependent Poem by Manonton Dalan

I Am Dependent



I wet my fingertip
raise it overhead
sensing direction
I circle then check
so fine, ball I let
sears an open space
turn around a peak
I grin that's perfect

enjoying softness of ground
thumbing numbers on my palm
telling where I am at rest
feeding my mind with secrets
that sometimes I am robotic
my mind is way beyond clouds
searching more for more doves

Saturday, November 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sports
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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