The Red Umbrella,
you ask me now?
That takes me back,
yes, back a bit
to better times,
much better times.
You see, it was no
decorative thing,
something in but
not of this world,
for from its centre
one of pure heart
could steadily be
wielding such powers
distributing love
through anything
- windows,
stonework,
metal,
clouds -
and then it could
hinder hatred
in its tracks,
drive right back
the hopelessness
aggression
depression
oppression.
Except, no one's
ever seen it since
that year-long rain
gave us the floods
and filled our lives
(we who survived)
with mud and pain.
Lord knows well we
could use it now
- and, if you see it,
please send it here.
This city needs
a little cheer.