Manonton Dalan Poems
street lights are still lit up
as she fills my coffee cup
with same greeting everyday
"how's your mom doing today? "
with a simple grin and "okay, "
she hands me bagle and jelly
pinching coins from my pocket
dropping a quarter on the carpet
i lean back to see where it lands
rub my back on somebody's hands
"excuse me, may i help you please? "
i turn around my lips is on her face
i blush, i feel my heart pounds
i touch her arm; whisper sorry
she waves her hand; smiles at me
yes, i give a last quick ...
i am looking at rising; so nice
hoping to see your pretty eyes
reflecting on the face of the moon
watching over my very quiet room
if i could hear your hymns' melody
i would certainly respond in symphony
and ask goddess of breeze to bring
sweetness of flowers; blooms of spring