Spirits of the Flying Umbrellas
by Leah Saulnier
Swinging from the sky
Standing upright
On a bar of dazzling metal
I saw myself through the window tonight.
Though far away from me
I could feel her ease, her glee.
The breeze, the light, all made her shine
And swing with a lilt so carefree.
She had companions
Yet she stood apart
Hugging the silver rope
And stared down at me.
I wonder if she could see me after all
Could she feel my prickly skin and aching bones
My knotted heart and leaden feet?
Was she mocking me?
Or seeking me?
Was she here to stay?
Or just a passing dream?
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