Manonton Dalan Poems

tree shadows longer
it's becoming colder
I am still walking
along edges of forest
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lovely orange cat
emerges from rocks
weak, hungry, lonely
stretch out with yawn
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people in groups chat
there are noisy; loud
I wonder what are they
talking about; so funny
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I was trying
to use my left
that I am so
obsess I didn't
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why are these branches
tempting me to prune
cut those old branches
drying slowly up there
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fox digging a hole
sniffing what's on
then chasing cricket
that ends between
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number was called
I know I am close
so I made loud sigh
everybody thought
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up on pretty hill where
nobody try dare to stay
sits a beauty overlooking
plains of fruiting vines
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towering trees trap
moisture from above
down their shiny bark
feeding stream of love
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I wet my fingertip
raise it overhead
sensing direction
I circle then check
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