The Girl with the Red Umbrella

 

The girl with the red umbrella says.

I want to be the bird
I want to be the clouds
I want to be the quiet snow
to fall
to touch
to cover
the aching bones of land
the wrinkled plains
the spindle tree fingers
grasped to pull the rain down

With my red umbrella
downside up cupped
with a bowl of sky juice
a bath for baby bugs

to have
to hold
to be.

This is what the girl with the red umbrella says.

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