She's Waiting Poem by Manonton Dalan
She's Waiting
tip of an arrow lodge on a rock
rusted not eaten by rough past
still smooth and sharp at sides
what could be an anger released
outstretch hand from wilderness
let my mind think it's just miss
behind me is morning sun rising
feathered friends nonstop singing
could be celebration a first flight
or maybe rejoicing surviving night
so do i i have to go pick my berries
to fill my bag and exchange for kiss
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