That Could Be Poem by Manonton Dalan

That Could Be



These dried woods has traveled
more than my legs could imagine
taken by rough flow, dried by sun
picked by hungry beaks, a shade
for weary creatures in search
now my eyes adored them; so pretty

I am sitting by river banks, clear
no fish to see, only crystal water
shadows of rocks; taller than me
one is like lips kissing clouds
and changing as sun moves gently
to a point where it disappear
i waited 'til it became a pear

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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