Blue Umbrella
Someone said
good job today
and I was high
and maybe a little taller
in my shoes
like flattery mattered
while esteem filled
my pockets with pride.
Later, I walked in the rain
shoes soaked
feet squishing.
The employee lot
cleared out
as gravity crashed
rain droplets down
on my new blue umbrella.
I listened to sounds of rain
in puddles I tried to miss,
on cars with wipers going,
on the leaves in the trees.
I thought how happy I am
I bought this umbrella
with the money I earned
from that great job
I'm darn lucky to have.
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