The Watchman

April 19, 2015 at 4:20 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

sat under the mango tree

on a blue tin chair

tapping his stick

on the ground

in the afternoon.

Across the road

a white Fiat slept

in its rusted garage

in the shadow

of a faded

yellow building.

The white sky

burned in

complete silence.

– Dominic Alapat

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