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Our text for this session was the poem “In Search of an Umbrella in NYC” by Juan Felipe Herrera, posted below.
Our prompt for this session was to begin your writing with the phrase “In search of…”
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In Search of an Umbrella in NYC” by Juan Felipe Herrera You were having a stroke - i did not grasp what was going on you standing almost half ways up half ways down the colors what were they i was frozen both us us staring woman with parasol behind me are you drunk she said facing you and the deli behind you you leaned shivered dropped your coat parasol white reddish flowers brain sweat eyes your eyes moving seeing me behind me what black man brown man no man no colors you pushed something away i was in a rush en route to big time poetry Biz duded up ironed shirt the rain was in my way i was not breathing you were losing yourself i was gaining something you stumbled out of your coat unrolled a stranger’s language from your lips pushed your feet down to the depths of the tiny sidewalk even though it was infinite burning ahead of me to the food truck at the corner yellow chips corn violet green sugar drops fiery torn packs flaring down and across the street under the cement i was moving silent alone a crooked line going nowhere a woman touched your hand you were lying on the dirty shoe ground swimming up to her i wanted you i was a man running for cover from the waters i could not lift your suffering it was too late the current pulled i was floating away (i noticed it) you were rising