In the dark,
there was a man,
he stood out like a negative drawing,

Warm and dark,
but he held an umbrella,
even if it was rainless,

The street lights,
were the only visible lights,
In the alley

Emotional,
Faceless,
he stood there like a negative drawing,

The man’s hands and his umbrella,
were the only things you could see,
In the light,
of the moonless night
A man and his umbrella…