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When red
umbrellas bleed
in a late winter rain, all the girls

she used to be
parade down streets
in their yellow slickers and fisherman’s

sou’westers. And who she is
now follows behind
with a tin pail to capture

her favorite
colors before they run
into the gutter.

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