041711a Dawn Walk Poem by Manonton Dalan
041711a Dawn Walk
my foot gently touches carpet
from softness of solitary bed
guided by natural borne instinct
to water plants fertilizer for weeds
i bump into door though not much
sure nudge to be careful enough
tiles are so cold my toes shrink
i forgot my slippers but i must go
too many rooms no hallway lights
i keep pushing that were close
finally i found what i'm looking for
so i sit ponder, dream some more
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