Unique Umbrella
Listen to
me.
O my sweet,
unique Umbrella friend!
You are the
pronouns, prepositions and
verbs that
govern the sentence of someone’s life.
O my sweet,
unique Umbrella friend!
Your exotic
beauty, brimming with
religious
bells is the only
labyrinth any
mad poet would venture into.
Your anger
is the only adorable thorn
he would
like to be stabbed with.
Listen to
me!
Please hide
from the rainbow.
Let that
smile of yours bloom and
let the
world relish its simplicity, its bliss.
O my sweet,
unique Umbrella friend!
The sight
of you holding
that giant
mushroom is an antidote
to the
fears raining like bent coins
upon the
land of someone’s heart.
Please,
hide from the rainbow.
She’ll be
jealous.
Please,
don’t venture into flowers.
They’ll
hate themselves.
Yea, please,
don’t sing with the pink doves.
I wish your
umbrella would grow unique,
magical
Wings and carry you where
the winds
of Sorrow don’t breathe.
O my sweet,
unique Umbrella friend!
Someone
will write your Hebrew name all
over his clock,
to make your beauty his the
whole day, till
his last, slow, incomplete gasp.
