Riding the Grey Crest,

July 21, 2010 at 11:08 am (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)


the grey acres of the city,

the mind’s misses…

Who can tell you

what is what dear

returning home

at night.

The grey road ahead

in the oncoming traffic

in the weariness that dies

in this noise…

We become ghosts

to ourselves…

Strangers passing by

in the dark.

– Dominic Alapat


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