030211d Just For Warm Coffee Poem by Manonton Dalan

030211d Just For Warm Coffee



i heard utensils drop
water on floor splash
murmurs in backdoor
adorning busy morn
mouths salivating
for hot food waiting

foolish wind blows
from open sea, cold
we stayed close together
room is not big enough
to keep us from onslaught
we endured, we fought

Thursday, March 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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