a small maroon van <br />is parked beside an unfinished pillar <br />along a gray road <br /> <br />a pile of rocks stands still <br />at the other side <br /> <br />a thin woman with short blond-dyed hair <br />is wiping the roof of a yellow painted pedicab <br /> <br />and then she pedals away <br />towards an old cemetery <br /> <br />the rain begins to pour heavily <br /> <br />the sonorous sound of the rain amplifies <br />itself on the rusty galvanized roof <br /> <br />of this building where i am <br />writing <br /> <br />the ceiling at the typing room <br />leaks some drops of rain <br /> <br />as though it is <br />crying<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-o-clock-in-the-afternoon/
