040911b Early Morning At Fairway Poem by Manonton Dalan

040911b Early Morning At Fairway



fading flight losing a distance
across lakes; spotted sands
winter dried grass; sprouting
bristles so sharp protruding
from went crumpled leaves
disturbed by claws of night

pools of yester rain drains
sticky for ball coming down
same; crisp blades of mine
asked gods; perpetual motion
not giving help today; not soon
i always keep my ball airborne

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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