Umbrellas

Umbrellas are left behind. It is their fate
which suites perfectly their habit of gathering in bus stops
and huddling in musty vestibules, drooping at the shoulders,
leaning against railings like old men at the races.

© 2017 Catherine Weaver All rights reserved.

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