The Upside-Down Umbrellas
My dad made large upside-down umbrellas which I’m told
Won't keep the water above us from hitting us as we walk the road
But will hold the dirt and dust that's left of us as we corrode
Keeping it from falling and being washed away in the river below.
Impenetrable and round canvases of black
They go in a hole underground with a rod attached
The rods have rocks serving as bases that suspend them above ground, in their place
And braces to keep the underground canvases open-face
As useless as they are in the rain today
We maintain the upside-down umbrellas and we quietly pray
They will keep us all dry one day.
Copyright © Amy Sell | Year Posted 2018
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