Waking Up Cold Poem by Manonton Dalan

i'm not alone waiting for spring
waving flowers beautiful hillside
kites above my eyebrows colorful
smoke rising from barbecue pit
football streaking past my head
moments of peace under tree, book

shorts, sandals fill every eyeballs
big brown, wide narrow or very small
roaring call of wilds awaken nature
treading feet pounding paths more
plastic bottles litter every ground
scattered minds looking for mound