Denial
A black umbrella furled
in deepest mourning waits
in the hall, tears
drying on its shoulders.
None of us will claim it
when we depart, swearing
we have another
just like it at home.
A black umbrella furled
in deepest mourning waits
in the hall, tears
drying on its shoulders.
None of us will claim it
when we depart, swearing
we have another
just like it at home.