Manonton Dalan Poems
street lights are still lit up
as she fills my coffee cup
with same greeting everyday
"how's your mom doing today? "
with a simple grin and "okay, "
she hands me bagle and jelly
pinching coins from my pocket
dropping a quarter on the carpet
i lean back to see where it lands
rub my back on somebody's hands
"excuse me, may i help you please? "
i turn around my lips is on her face
i blush, i feel my heart pounds
i touch her arm; whisper sorry
she waves her hand; smiles at me
yes, i give a last quick ...
Light Of The Moon
shy cricket runs beneath the leaves
awe with moon searching for seeds
tiny antenae wiggles for safe passage
find frog’s sticky tongue on her legs
sudden jump; leg left behind for a meal
sigh not, it’s okay; it will surely heal
powdered leaves shower ground
left with a slender stick on hand