Blue Umbrella

Another rainy day in Paris.
Night is falling,
the sky, is a swirl of dark clouds.
The streets clogged thick with cars
and headlights shining
yellow into blue puddles.
The Tower looms overhead
like a dark sentinel.
The moon shines brightly through
the clouds,
huge and yellow,
and through it all I walk
with my blue umbrella.

-Abby Mann