Foiled

It is a rainy April day;

To go to lunch, ‘tis time you say.

Your new umbrella’s tucked away

Behind your desk, a helpless prey,

          Forlorn.

You reach your hand, in careless way,

To bring it quickly into play,

But here you reel in dark dismay

And just a few quotations slay –

          It’s gone!

April 23, ‘09