The Umbrella

July 31, 2008

The umbrella
was a really a bamboo cane
wrapped in a sheet of cellaphane
like an emerald spool of silk.

The umbrella
was really a frozen snake
pulled from the snow of an icy lake
and it’s skin made stiff with cold.

The umbrella
was really a merry-go-round
that would turn in the night for a couple of pounds
and that children would play in.

The umbrella
was really a bicycle wheel
but riding was always a bit of a meal
without another one like it.

The umbrellas
were really the sun and the moon
or a couple of floating ivory balloons
melting into a sky.

The umbrellas
were really the roof of a hut
where rain would play like sand on drums
or the sound of someone, sleeping…

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