Sunday, October 2, 2016

Closed Umbrella

Closed Umbrella

This wind is too much for you.
Rain be damned.

You are a tight
fist fighting back
the only way
you know how;
stiff jointed
and leaning.

The wind has been taken from me.
I curse myself.

Without the grasp
of working hands,
I am still
middle aged
and all purpose
is lost.

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