Traveling Fruit Poem by Manonton Dalan
Traveling Fruit
jaded green atop coconut palm
bunches of young fruit abound
to wait for to fall; takes time
climb up best to take them down
good twenty feet up; slimy trunk
i've seen monkey do that chore
run up with their sharp claws
some have fallen; brown and dry
some have shoots ready to plant
at high tides these will float
find somewhere to anchor root
nobody knows exactly when; how
i know you're dreaming them now
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