The wind blew my umbrella inside out
And I could only walk backwards, helpless,
Through unseen puddles, unable to shout,
Like in the nightmare when you’re powerless.
Whipped up in the air, now in some distress,
The hurricane flipping me upside down
And back to front, whipping off clothes. Undressed,
It put me down among some girls I’d known
In my teens, when I was shy and withdrawn,
And now, here I was once more, in no doubt
That this time I’d fulfil all hopes: the best
At everything, no longer that young clown,
But a suave man of the world, and without
Looking older than eighteen. I’ve been blessed!
Mon 21 Jan 2008
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