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    The Girl With the Blue Umbrella
    The Girl With the Blue Umbrella
    The Girl With the Blue Umbrella
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    The Girl With the Blue Umbrella

    By Heather Awad

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    The Girl with The Blue Umbrella is Heather Awad’s debut collection of observational and thoughtful poems. A very readable collection that covers a whole variety of themes around everyday life, and what it is to live and be human. Relationships, the passing of time, memories, longings and change, as well as a range of human emotions are depicted in the verses, which range in length from a few lines to a page or two.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateSep 30, 2015
    ISBN9781483558264
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    The Girl With the Blue Umbrella - Heather Awad

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    When I'm Bored

    He stood across the street

    with a briefcase in hand

    Bermuda shorts, tennis shoes

    and a NY Mets baseball cap.

    Seemed like a thousand more

    inconspicuous city dwellers

    living under the canopy of NYC.

    Looking down from the eleventh floor

    through binoculars, I watch

    as he gets into a taxi

    and I'll never see him again

    standing on that corner.

    I wondered where he was going

    or what he had in that briefcase.

    Maybe he was a spy or a salesman

    or his backpack fell in a puddle

    and he uses a briefcase

    to carry his books to NYU.

    I really wonder if he knew

    I was watching him; me,

    someone who made him visible

    and memorable, someone

    with a certain purpose

    and maybe even a secret.

    Cleaning Out Closets

    You know those moments

    we hold onto, neatly folded

    tucked away for safekeeping?

    Sometimes I take them out

    to reminisce about the old days,

    which are really my younger days.

    Nowadays, it's more appropriate

    to be called the old days

    as I count those stealthy

    grays sprouting from my head.

    I used to yank them out

    fight their very existence

    and invasion on my youth

    but like any hostile coup

    they stormed the castle.

    I'm glad I can find room

    for all the new things

    I want and like to learn

    but it's getting crowded

    and cluttered just like

    those closets I'm meaning

    to clear out. So I get to it

    purging thoughts and ideas

    and even some names

    as I wipe off dusty shelves

    make more room for anything.

    When I see people I've known

    for years, whose names

    I might have purged mistakenly

    I ask they not be offended;

    I've been cleaning out closets again.

    Suburbia

    It's funny writing a

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