Umbrellas

We took our shirts off and
Took turns running up the
Driveway during a heavy
Soaking rain jumping in
What always became a large
Puddle at the corner by
The street then running back
In haste into the garage whose

Emptiness amplified the
Thunderings of nature
Flexing its will and we
Stood at the doorway with
Wrinkled fingers
Bodies slightly shaking with chills
Listening and watching quietly.

We never stopped to think
That the umbrellas were gathering
Dust in the front coat closet
While we were boys being boys.
And that there is enough life
To live as a man, soaking rains
Don’t last forever.

Original concept
8 March 2006

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I turned for no more than a moment
I wanted to take everything back
I ran outside walked down to the shore
Where the wind whipped salted tears
In to salted ocean waters and a
Sinking crimson sun cast crimson
Hues across the great blue.

Originally written
16 March 2006