The lamp-post has been standing on the street
Except the banyan tree
Survied after a storm knocked down its trunk and branches
Its roots entangle around the moss-covered rock
Looks like an old drunk fellow with a round big belly
Nobody knows the two lovers fought beside the lamp-post
The moon is high
The night is dark
I heard the woman crying
I heard the man shouting
I heard the dog barking
In the middle of the night
I was a child woke up by loud noises of quarrel
Peeking from the curtained window I saw broken bottles
I smelled alcohol
I don't know why troubled people always come here
Maybe
In the darkness, they just need
A light
Peling Lee
4-8-2014