Under Our One Umbrella


In the soft autumn rain, the city moves a little slower,

as you and I glide past lampposts lit, chasing the fog

the smell of pepper bread, sesame, and green curry

calling, inviting us in for a table for two, our hands touch

and always a peppermint later as we leave, meeting

the sidewalk once more, with my arm

around you, we pass the fountain

in the square, leaning over

for a light kiss


our one umbrella.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies


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