umbrella weather

November 3, 2009 at 10:16 am Leave a comment

the long shaft
its tip explodes into spokes
bear-hugs me against the rain–
my protector
against the city’s feral exfoliation

you are my crown
under you I roam free
through concrete and steel
only the wind is your enemy
bending you back
sometimes breaking you

and when you fall
you are nothing
a gleaming rag
a metal skeleton slumbering
next to an overflowing garbage can
powerless to face even a single
drop

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