Under the Umbrella
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She becomes the street,
the rain-polished gleam
of high wet shadows,
of tall crows in bare trees.
Cupping her hands
she gathers wind
and drinks the storm.
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(c) 1992 Betty Hayes Albright
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Under the Umbrella
October 4, 2011 by Betty Hayes Albright
I really enjoyed the visual of this, Betty–wonderful.
I see you’ve been writing for a long time–I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to start but I’m enjoying it.
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Thank you, Bodhirose… (have been writing since age 10, but most was pretty terrible, lol! Glad you discovered YOUR talent! 🙂 )
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wow thank you for commenting on my blog! I am excited to read some new things… and this poem is so vivid, I can taste it in my mouth.
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Thanks, amlika!!
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The images in this poem are striking and send the imagination searching each rainy day shadow for something new. This is one of the best poems I’ve read in a while. Beautiful. 🙂
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Jacsprat, I never thanked you for such a nice comment. A belated thanks!! 🙂
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