New Umbrella

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She left me
her love of this fountain
and of life...

Yet, sometimes, at night,
when the rest of the world
lies sleeping,
I come here to sit
on the edge of memory.

I watch her as she dances
weaving among the spray
never still
moving quickly
in watery afterlife.

And night after night
when I open my mouth
to call her name
the words rise
and fall
noiselessly
against the newness
of my umbrella.