042409a Sunset Too Quick Poem by Manonton Dalan

042409a Sunset Too Quick



swirling sound
milling feet
on uphill climb
some slow to stutter
few steps, stop
to retie their shoes
or look around
who is behind

many suppose
to be watching
grass grow
birds sing
price is right
(wowowee past noon)
they’re still here
pushing lungs to dare

irritable to frustration
searching for good reason

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Manonton Dalan

Manonton Dalan

virginia, usa
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