The
little girl jumps up with her frills
To lunge at the umbrella
The mother was about to forget in the bus.
To lunge at the umbrella
The mother was about to forget in the bus.
The
woman pulls her back with one hand,
With the other, pushing forward the boy
Who's still in a daze made up of his mumbled dream.
With the other, pushing forward the boy
Who's still in a daze made up of his mumbled dream.
In
the time it takes Mother to unfurl the umbrella,
The sky over their heads
Has already changed colour.
The sky over their heads
Has already changed colour.
First published in Radius, 30 Sep 2017.
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