by joetwo

The wind blows once more

Shredding another piece of fabric

Distorting another of the ribs

An umbrella

Used to be an umbrella

Now a mess

Looking like something you’d find on the beach

Chewed by the waves, after a winter storm

Barely doing its job

Rain easily getting through

But not as much as otherwise

Valiantly continuing to function

Against all odd, and its own immediate demise

A stopgap from the rain