061111a What Am Doing Here Poem by Manonton Dalan
061111a What Am Doing Here
restless wind by the beach
played and tangled my hair
sometimes it pokes my eye
so, i took my hat from my car
that's a temporary relief i have
what i really need is a haircut
when my shadow crawls my feet
sun is at its full heating strength
heat wave seem to distort beauty
beyond earshot; i tried to squint
it wasn't helping have to walk away
to get a haircut or do some errand
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