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[sofitchka]

Ode to Umbrella

When you first came to be

when you began to thumb your metallic nose at the sky

vulgar-tongued cabbies in London (the ones sitting in black wheelboxes

staring at a horse’s ass all day) cursed you heartily

for creating a shelter that made them redundant

It has been a long while indeed, umbrella

you  have been bearing the rhythmic attack of droplets

you are weeping by the time we get inside

maybe I abuse you, umbrella

after all

you endure the wet attack of April

I stand under you, cursing the sky

not remembering to say thank you

for opening your arms to protect me

it is true

that I never appreciate you more than when you are not there

when I walk shivering, exposed

a pathetic wet creature

we are arrogant

we so easily forget

that we only control our own thin layer of the earth

and you are all I have to go outside

and face the rage of the fickle skies