by Joe Sullivan
The nylon sheath
that encased the umbrella
you lost still sits
in the pocket of my old
raincoat reminding me
of other things I bought,
other things lost, maybe
that you lost
that belonged to me
They've all been missing
for some time
and I hardly notice
except on December days
when the rains come
in a downpour
and I'm left rummaging
through a closet that holds
no umbrellas
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It's been raining lately.
This is from a chapbook I've been working on.
Published in Genre: Urban Arts last year.
Reminders of emptiness. *
Thanks for reading, Mathew.
Very good, succinct.
Thanks, Darryl.