Michael DeNichola

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.