My useless umbrella
let me never put you down
though I hardly ever put you up either
Your spokes become an arm
that feeds my iron heart
with time you will be rooted there
upside down and unusual, a self-sustaining novelty
mottled by metallic moss
and weathered by the world
13-01-2005
Tuesday, 28 July 2015
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