Day-Love >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

I went see my tax preparer
he lives in condo at beach
beautiful two master bedroom
aloft overlooking waving sea
so quiet, no children around
no homeless loitering street
few fast food restaurants
a postman visiting every boxes
house painter busy putting touch
on winter wash walls, nice stroke

I could be painting this scenery
up there sitting on a rattan chair
swatting flies lost, seeking sweets
I could be watching beach lovers
walking barefoot on warming sand
sea bubbles kissing seashore, pretty
seashells wash from depths for me