A red umbrella softly sits
like a group of petals without the company of another flower
she softly sits on a blue puddle in the rain
collecting pieces from the helpless sky
and they sit for a while
falling
being there
with the sadness or light joy from the sky
flower on the blue puddle sits softly
strongly
pieces from the sky falling
yet there’s no other flower by her side
space below her is calming
like a soft sea
with truth too
is she ok on the puddle
or would she rather be on the grass
closer to others like herself