A blue umbrella

by youngrobert

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-05-29 13:31:00

A blue umbrella
on the heater
looks calmly at Niagara Falls,

the dry umbrella’s
being heated
by yellow sun
from last nights storm.

The tv’s off in the small room,
the bed is firm,
I sit cross legged.
Light contemplation on my mind.
I do not have the mind for packing,
I star towards the U.S. side.

An old Days Inn
stands gloomly slumping
its dirty windows – open, green.
And a young girl
contemplates jumping
down to the bottom
just to swim.

It doesn’t rain
today its windy,
the U.S. flag waves and
waves . . .
unmoving crane
stands above scrapers,
a 20th century monument to labor –

a seagull swirls above the waves.

Here you must be 19
to order
beer,
and gambling is allowed –
there is no difference on this border.
It’s the same vision – the same sounds.

The blue umbrella’s
hot from warming –
the U.S. flag is tired of winds.
I see across the sky is forming
a happy circus of sad winds.