Graffiti Umbrella

Red, blue, orange and yellow
carried above a rushing fellow.
Dripping, slipping, sliding down
igniting a young man’s frown.
Treading along the wet, dirty path,
drenched with sadness in this colorful bath.
Work.. work.. is on his mind,
Pounding like an alarm and running out of time.
Running, not noticing, the colors of the sky,
speeding right past the man, wishing he could fly.

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