Umbrella

Written standing on the sidelines of a very soggy football field, watching mothers sneak off for cigarettes and hot chocolate (strictly forbidden on their MILF diets!)

 

Umbrella

Under the cover of green �" made all the more luscious

by the butterflies,

perched, on her black umbrella.

Maybe perfect isn't meant to keep a love alive.

Even seashells have their flaws

and he threw his out long ago

with the torn underwear

(for fear she might find it).

Bundled up, while mother escapes

to the parking lot

cat on prey and sucking it down -

ultra closeted.

Haunting memories meant to wave goodbye:

There's no movin' on.

Embers christening the swirls she'd call heat,

others cancer in wait.

Under the guard of angels (guised)

and

left somewhere in a purgatory state.

Reviews

[Ron Reardon]

Smokes and hot chocolate? I could sure read more into it than that...lol. Nice job!