Got-Out Poem by Manonton Dalan
Got-Out
back to where I started
molding words in house
where people talk so quiet
focus on what they read
listening to music asleep
only whining of air condition
I hear punctuation of cough
this spring pollen intruding
into their nostrils and lungs
so cruel, so wicked, I sneeze
am happy being here again
same routine writing thoughts
maybe somebody will comment
smile about it or relate
am enjoying just writing
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