Umbrella – a poem by Jane Angué

Umbrella In heavying drizzle you accepted my umbrella. Your hand did not touch mine drawing me back from another brink, uncovering words long buried. Weeping curls licked my face. Crushed juniper berries in my hand, measuring your silence, distance paced in misted space of maples dripping by the track, cold wires tickled down my back. […]

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