Following Tops of Umbrellas

City views from fifty-three stories up

Slightly cloudy, partial rain

A horizon of high rises in the distance

Below, tops of umbrellas moving this way and that

Not in unison, each with a different destination

A yellow one crosses the street

My eyes follow as it moves through the city

Stopping at street corners, waiting for lights to change

Slow, fast, depending upon the flow

It rounds a corner and is lost

And a feeling of wonder stays with me the rest of the day

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Originally posted September 7, 2015

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