031710f Honey Is Always There Poem by Manonton Dalan

031710f Honey Is Always There



with squirt of polo i'm out of my room
through the hallway into garage door
i let my fingers touch my forehead
all the way to my heart for blessing
i would be walking towards my car
at curb with ice scraper for windows

dark, street lights are always so kind
they probably smiling giving me shine
while i scrape windshield, side mirrors
with engine warming up metallic blood
for a good run all the way to other side
i wish somebody invent ice-free glass

true, music is always a great company
while i travel through neighborhood
this early, i watch joggers, bicycle riders
squirrels at play, you never know they are
on the way, houses are like beehive
honey is always there when you arrive

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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