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May 23, 2008 at 10:15 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

Like rain pouring endlessly.

It always catches you unawares,

for a moment you do not know

where you are as perpetual versions

of yourself step out of time.

It is a rainy night, dark, the birds

on the trees are wet. You look

around at the buildings and know

what is elusive within yourself.

You walk under the streetlights,

the wet road reflecting a man

beyond reach, a figure dark

and airy, amorphous, stepped out

in this rain, this magical night.

 

– Dominic Alapat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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