While their owners proceed into the library

they are left
dangling by their handles
from the public umbrella rack

Water drips from
their pointed tips
collecting in puddled memories
below

Some canopies fall open
like wings flapping

Others remain
lashed silhouettes

: a community
bound by loneliness

Like a row of shot geese hung
from their necks

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~ by translating for peas on October 23, 2009.

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