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
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/4-o-clock-in-the-afternoon/
