I walk and watch
The black umbrellas
And I wonder that
So many black umbrellas
Are we going to a funeral
Are we mourning someone
Or something?
We trudge through the rain
Our heads bowed down
Voices silent for a change
Skirting around the puddles
And then we stream through the doors
We strut down the halls
Looking for familiar faces
So we can hear our voices again
And know that we're alive
We glue our ears to our phones
To hear a familiar voice
And to let someone hear ours
And know that we're alive
Then we sit and voice our thoughts to others
About politics, math and history
Letting even more people know we're alive
Then we stream
Back out into the world
With our black umbrellas
Heads bowed down
Voices silent
Mourning.


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