043011U bright hope

two windmills by driving range
reminds me of my tribe's village
irrigating farming fields; efficient
but this one is mounted on a pole
cables run inside and to building
to power lights and shops tools

this golf cart i'm riding is charge
from that swirling blades; neat
as long as wind is blowing, good
it doesn't matter where it's coming
we're coming to age of self-sufficient
i know gas alone killing my pocket

poem by Manonton Dalan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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