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Automatic Umbrella

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We stepped into the downpour

knowing we had cover

under the colorful patterns

of your automatic umbrella.

 

Even so, we were soaked

through and through.

 

Considering this now, I think

about shelter; the kind you and I

thought we had, and how sometimes

it’s just not built to keep.

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