Monday Afternoon
Writing my poems, sitting alone
On a bench chair by the lawn
Under the shade of Melina tree
While my thoughts are running free
From the north, the wind is blowing
While on its field, my thought is plowing
The sun smiled suddenly
The leaves swayed beautifully
Stack of dead weeds on the ground
On front, back and all around
On nearby street, cars are running
Sometimes rogue riders are passing
But what they do, I don't care
I only care for what I dare
For once I was a dead weed
But thank Lord, I feel I'm freed
August 21, 2023
Made under the shade of a Melina tree on the wooden bench chair by the backyard while drinking my herbal medicine
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