040611b Beyond Greenline Poem by Manonton Dalan

040611b Beyond Greenline



i patiently rub my palms
drying water from rain
as i stand beneath roof
...too low for grown man
i see fields full of green
a distant house, a lone tree
an old truck, older than me
clouds never change a bit
it's always magnificent
on my eyes above tree tops
where deers and foxes roam
undisturbed whole afternoon

Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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