040511a Somebody Is Coming Poem by Manonton Dalan

040511a Somebody Is Coming



swirling wind from aerosol
pasting colors on window
collecting sunshine forever
pale would be for after roots
shrinking leaves deprive oats
grain; not attractive to goats

i push stick to open up wide
felt gush of wind not surprise
smell of drying dew and stalks
heard kids giggling way far
maybe they are riding a car
i better straighten up with smile

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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