Umbrellas Don’t Stop the Rain

1.

in my hand there was
your umbrella
my flower
‘that’s made on you
the impression
of a new love’
for that reason as we talked
you tried to leave
me
outside your umbrella
just as if i’d come
under your umbrella

2.

that was a coincidence
if rather a strange one
relinquishing perhaps
to the streets
our summer told us
‘forget’
i have forgotten now
i remember everything
à deux
all your umbrella’s things

Levent Karataş
Translated Fiona Tomkinson, 6/10/2010