Umbrella
by Carleton Wilson

An umbrella,

fluttering patterns,
folded but
unstrapped,

propped
in the corner
or

hanging on
a wooden hook
in the hallway,

still dripping
from your early
morning stroll

down quiet junction
lanes, red cobbled
brick giving way

in jagged patterns
to the dappled
gray of pavement,

like ice melting
at the edge of
a spring river,

might recall the
rain-wetted afternoon
we met

last autumn,
leaves tumbling
down about us,

if only I hadn’t
decided to stay
home that day.

  
 
Carleton Wilson lives and writes in the West Toronto junction. He is the publisher and general editor of Junction Books.

 

  

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