The perfect protector from falling sky.
A drum being beaten by drops of rain.
A warrior braving liquid daggers.
A shield, resolute in its sole duty.
An eager and intimate guardian
sacrificing its own comfort for yours.
It’s not perfect, as no lover can be,
but it does what it can in rain and wind.
Its edges run with tears like meteorites,
but you can trust it will shelter your secret
beneath its yellow nylon cupola.
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