The Rush

December 3, 2011 at 6:10 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

will string

these beads of thought.

In the day’s shops

you have hair and meat

that people watch, mad.

Long lines of buses wait

in the sun

while the buildings run

out of colour

out of faces

in the streets

where the noise

refuses to budge

from the fire

where it is howling.

 

– Dominic Alapat

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