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Johannes Manjrekar

The stick

The approach of the sound of the watchman’s stick tells me it’s past midnight. Tap…rap-rap, tap…rap-rap – that’s the beat to which he clumps down the street.

I know this watchman only from the rhythm of his stick as the ground strikes it, and it could be that he’s never heard the silence of the night.

That must be what the stick is for.

flapping in the dark
crows disturbed
in their sleep


Copyright Johannes Manjrekar, 2006