Alternative Umbrellas


The streets were wet and everywhere
Awnings added to the sounds of steady rain.

Two friends walked by—
I could tell they were not lovers
By the way he held one large umbrella.

His arm was working overtime
To keep her covered
While he kept his distance from her.

The couple next to pass
Displayed the signs
Of intimate association.

They leaned against each other,
Two bookends propped together;
Their umbrella offered scant protection.

Wind-torn with bent struts, it perched
Above them like an afterthought.

They strolled along,
Oblivious to all precipitation.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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