Mexican Umbrella Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Mexican umbrella- few words keep out
Such as you:
Smugness at the edge of the canal the airplane’s wing
Dips into-
And angels promise to make love to tadpoles
As soon as they change,
But change takes forever while we walked
Hand in hand-
And you said you could smell the night blooming
Jasmine,
And we walked my dog and I held you like
A Mexican umbrella, but there wasn’t any rain,
So I didn’t need you
Which wasn’t so bad.