12. dripping cheeks: blenched

Ample umbrellas









Here they were again

The jolly mothers

With the ample flowery skirts

And the wide-opened umbrellas

Flocking

Twittering

Voluptuously splurging at the soon not so crowded

School’s door

Arrived like a perfumed breeze

To pick up every eager and boisterous tyke...



Every happily puddle-churner of a tyke

Besides

The strays.



The strays

Rain drops on their dripping

Cheeks

Blenched.