There was debris falling
Clumps of stone, of concrete
I was stumbling, on the phone, trying to hail a taxi
This is how it arrives, the end
As we are thinking about the washing or
Arranging a dental appointment. Or apprehending a taxi app next to a collapsing building
On this occasion, though, I was not ended
I remain undeathed for a while more
I blinked a lot, saw the sky. The wind sent tremors through the trees
Later, when I finally caught a taxi, the driver asked me if I had heard the news
I nodded once, sad and factual
I dared not speak about the debris
About the Creator
Yanto Adda
There were three cats that congregated on the roof of the house at the corner of the apartment block, uncoiling in the sun, eyes closed, breathing calm and slow.
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