I bought a new umbrella yesterday.
I left the old one in a restaurant.
(The rain had stopped – I took it anyway –
I walk, and tote whatever I may want.)
Selecting portable, and cabernet
in hue, although my style’s nonchalant,
I wondered why so many come in black.
In rain, I go for seen, from front and back.

(Ottava Rima)

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