Hometown Histories

Umbrella Art

An unintended monument to wind stands erect; rising from the garbage bin - a simple curve refusing to be held.

I can see the gusts

that must have turned

the little arc

of shelter inside-out. Below the surface mangled spokes and nylon root it firmly in its base - this unbent sturdy handle, standing steady in the wind.

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