As night rises over our bay wind ripples in an umbrella bent, upturned; a clapper in a metal trash can drum wires on speckled green paint peeling in w

As night
rises over
our bay
wind ripples
in an umbrella
bent,
upturned;
a clapper
in a metal
trash can drum
wires on speckled
green paint peeling
in winds of
forgotten
memory
so we walk
by towards
last light
#smallpoems #mastoprompt