Lunch-Walk Poem by Manonton Dalan

Lunch-Walk



oh, they cut grass for me
not close to edges of tree
cut branches litter around
hidden, waiting for a foot
to step on, ruin balance
eventually it will be rotten

other part of a field is jungle
geese were gone sometime
flowering vines crawl freely
giving off sweet scent today
violet, yellow, red, brown
many choices, i decline

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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