Malik Nottage Poet ABC

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.

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Indiana Shaw November 21, 2019 at 9:01 AM Even better when its shared . . . ; )