In her young artist’s eye, the storm
Clouds are menacing
Frenetic grey and black
Jagged squiggles raining
Down long drawn-out
Swaths of green on
The heads of three purplish-
Red poppies, one of which is
Being caressed by
A long thin penciled right arm
Belonging to a young sun-
Glasses-wearing mop-
Headed red-haired girl holding
In her left hand something
Resembling a leafless tree,
Its ten green limbs radiating
Out from the center, each
Gangly arm dangling one
Black, glob-like fruit--
In other words, a fantastic
Child’s
umbrella!—instead of your usual
Plain, black, grownup one, the likes
Of which most of us would more
Than likely mistakenly take it for.
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