O, Broken Umbrella
Your are useless
Your mangled ribs
Your crushed stalk
Your wrinkled nylon
Once you were the comfort of dryness
Now rendered useless
You litter my drive
My walk
My life
And yet you will not die
You will not leave
So ragged, your wrenched joints refuse to collape
The button which once unfurled you in the glory of one-touch ease
Now sits useless in your handle
You will not even simply fold
To fit in the trash can
The same child who was the instrument of your ruin
Finds you on the pavement and rescues you
To your former place on the front porch
Alas, useless you sit
Hapless
Impotent
Without the will to live
Nor the grace to die
O, Broken Umbrella
Take your shattered canopy away
To the great rainstorm in the sky.
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