Dirty Umbrella in The Shade
Intervening on a
dry spring mood,
she was there.
–
Under sheets, under
pliable temperatures
She was there.
–
Heftier, the tangible
things became
when the ice in her
glasses kissed.
–
An embryonic tilt
to her shade, she
was often there, but never here.
–
When he left
she was gone
in the summer air, like
steam, like smoke.
–
The art of taking,
the passion of what is
when she was never there.
Michael DeNicola attends Stony Brook University. He studies creative writing and enjoys writing poetry and fiction.