4 O'clock In The Afternoon

a small maroon van
is parked beside an unfinished pillar
along a gray road

a pile of rocks stands still
at the other side

a thin woman with short blond-dyed hair
is wiping the roof of a yellow painted pedicab

and then she pedals away
towards an old cemetery

the rain begins to pour heavily

the sonorous sound of the rain amplifies
itself on the rusty galvanized roof

of this building where i am
writing

the ceiling at the typing room
leaks some drops of rain

as though it is
crying

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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