The Green Umbrella

Carina Yun

    "Like rain it sounded till it curved—"
    —Emily Dickinson

I watch the earth darken
    foreboding as if tell-
        ing, twirl the umbrella

greedily and warble
    as a bird. Meanwhile, my
        father shouts, he slams shut

the front door. I slip on
    the asphalt and watch my
        first love tumble over

like a bucket collect-
    ing for the first drought, be-
        low a wheel of black clouds.