Umbrella**** Poem by Neil Young

tonight… unrelenting wind and hail is jostling us

our shoppers' hands are scales that balance weight
with bags for ballast… we act in defiance of his bullied howl
we bluster on… heads stooped against his bitter scorn

an umbrella in the road… crushed by heavy traffic
imprints spokes… a filigree of bone… like silvery veneer inlaid
its tattered raven's wings will not take flight

we bluster on… hoods up against the late march sting