The Red Umbrella
So much depends on a red umbrella
the metallic grey skies
that open up and cry so they
become waterfalls.
Your feet stay dry, yet you notice
the the streets turn to streams,
but you stay safe under your
little piece of refuge...
So much depends on
the tiny wishing well-like
puddles forming on the sidewalk
transforming into pools
Everything becomes the color of
sadness, sky moans and groans.
sounds like a stomach ache
maybe something he ate
I hate the rain, but none of that
matters because of this tiny
umbrella
So much of me depends on this
small, blush-colored of a
thing that provides an
intangible feeling of warmth and
protection
So much depends on a red umbrella.
Copyright © Malik Nottage | Year Posted 2018
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