They Have Their Own Poem by Manonton Dalan

They Have Their Own



Fish size of pinhead darting
going against a slow stream
gliding, drafting with pebbles
i wonder she's going, instinct
refusal to be carried by current
could she be large; eaten by carp

tiny frog pumping her throat, nice
like bellows; eyes protruding; mole
i mimic her stands; maybe it's funny
sun is kissing my neck from easterly
i can hear swirling blades; high pitch
my friend here doesn't mind; frog line

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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