Blue snow, gray rain
falls down-
dusting the skyline.
People vanish
one by one
as this place she calls home
becomes a city of umbrellas.
Black swaths of cloth overtake the sidewalk,
separating
her from him.
Each drop from above
falls down,
harder and faster.
One girl
comes into view
as she snaps shut her umbrella,
realizing she won't need it anymore.
No longer in a city of umbrellas, she smiles,
drawing
him to her.
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Where the Garden Ends
PoetryWhere the garden ends, And weeds begin, Here, true living stems. A collection of poetry