Unwieldy
Unhinged
Out of place
And undone
Now she finds herself
Waiting alone
All those walking beside
Otherwise occupied
Unaware
Unconcerned
Turned away.
"Who you gonna call?"
She says
Rhetorically wry
Every effort to give
Has been taken
In vain
Might as well
Throw away
Every useless
Umbrella
Now that she's
Getting used
To the rain.
gracie by gracie
