The Mist Takes Away

June 19, 2010 at 9:08 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

the palm trees’ worries.

They stand there dreaming.

You think of yourself

coming to an end,

slowly.

Then, the wet red tiles

of the houses below

breathe awake

stirring the bluewhite

in the sky

like water.

You see all this.

The cream buildings

bathed by the sun,

the grey gloomy ones

the old standing

impassive, silent

leaving you

with nothing

to say

to the day

drowning outside

your window today. 

– Dominic Alapat

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