New-Way>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

solar lights dotted
my walkway so soft
like glowing lips
craving for a kiss
bright i can see
sharp tips of leaves
frog finger hiding
shadow of tulip

once i put one
in middle of field
people thought
they saw fallen star
so they went there
to investigate
they all laugh
when they found out

they came asking me
where did i bought those
i said from america
they wanted to order
from me for a good price
double; i just buy some
next time for them free