Umbrella Penumbra

100 Words #3 ( Part 1 )

Mies and me. 
In the rain. 
Blackened steel.
Streaming panes.

This cloud,
contentment giver,
pavement a mirror,
gutter a river.

Car window,
refracted droplets,
nothing can stop me
being besotted.

A solace of
personal space,
conjured within an
umbrellas penumbra.

No, don’t
make it end.
It’s cleansing my
maddening descent.

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