August rain,
her umbrella taut
as a puffed cheek,
a gust and she’s dragged
like a rag doll.
Soon, rain absent,
slack as an accordion,
she twirls it
like a baton
as if orchestrating weather.
In softened soil
at Gault Street Park,
she turns the umbrella
into a walking stick
poking holes
by the sidewalk
some will believe
have been made
by tunneling creatures.
Jeff Burt lives in Santa Cruz County, California. He has digital chapbook available from Red Wolf Editions, Little Popple River and Other Poems, and a chapbook from Red Bird Chapbooks, A Filament Drawn so Thin.
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