053110g He Is With His God Poem by Manonton Dalan
053110g He Is With His God
soft light from burning whale's oil
hunted from harsh ocean deep
i can see flint barely submerge
in a small marble cup; i touch
warm very fine; rubbing between
tips of my fingers; nice for skin
i saw an old man carving a wood
into likes of a bird; rather large
i was wondering why he does it
at night; maybe quietness abound
i never ask; i refrain from disturbing
an artist at work; he is making love
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