040611a Rising Poem by Manonton Dalan

040611a Rising



rushing wind
tells me something
coming so close
...cold whisper touch
my naked skin
my hair reach out
for cover i decline
keep on walking
and rain is laughing

my sole barely escaping
pools along cobblestone
but oncoming car; splash
water pouring out of my face
my shirt filtering dirt and oil
i feel heavier than after meal

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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