nine lines of loveliness after a week of rain


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Paddling swiftly now beyond
deluged days and swollen nights,
 

ebony umbrellas languish
in hushed oaken hallways,
yesterday’s dolor
puddling monochrome.
 

In the prism-drenched
meadows of tomorrow
parasols and petticoats twirl.
 
 

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