I stand

forgotten

like the umbrella

by the door

until

the rain comes

and you have use

for me.

 

Then you

open me up

the bright red tent

of me

 

a twirling

flower, a

canopy

 

you shake me

I drip

 

and you leave me

on end

in the bathtub

 

like a parachute

fallen

a broken

mushroom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Umbrella

Anna  Quon

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