Games-We-Play>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

we were sitting in round table
savoring highlights of our game
my breath taking escape from bush
through tree trunks and sand traps
ball bouncing from tree to green
casing point 'who is going to buy
lunch for four of us' wasn't me

I got up pick our lunch buckets
hot pieces of crispy chicken wings
my first bite brought my eyes tears
rinse my mouth with cold water
tried it again, this time it's better
we laughs; we praised our provider
we promise; next saturday our turn