Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Daylight arrived, ready or not.

The rank and file of market umbrellas, somber green below,
a damp patina above, hunker around the patio in the fog-still morning.

Some are folded up on themselves, comatose, giant bats waiting
for nightfall; others are half-opened and slanted sideways,
coming in for a landing, caught in mid-flight.

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