Ae01 Wake Up Call Poem by Manonton Dalan
Ae01 Wake Up Call
leaves are dripping wet
dirt flowing, birds singing
melody of alien language
if those were, were humans
could be a baseball game
minus wrestling on home-run
for me those are my clock
it tells me it's early morning
sunshine their clock to stop
amazing how nature works
terrible twisters touchdowns
sky angst, what have we done
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: angst,baseball,sunshine
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