The sound of touching the umbrella ribs travels to my fingertips.
One persimmon still hangs at the branch tip.
The sky is wet on the umbrella.
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Sunpatch
One persimmon left outside the window has already been pecked by a bird, but that one still hangs there. Sitting on the windowsill, counting the footprints in the yard, I shake off the damp and go inside.
Ebb
As long as a persimmon hasn't fallen, winter can't quite leave, can it. At the end of the alley, I hear someone, shoulders hunched, folding their umbrella.
Breeze
The sound of folding an umbrella sounded like persimmons falling.
One persimmon left outside the window has already been pecked by a bird, but that one still hangs there. Sitting on the windowsill, counting the footprints in the yard, I shake off the damp and go inside.
As long as a persimmon hasn't fallen, winter can't quite leave, can it. At the end of the alley, I hear someone, shoulders hunched, folding their umbrella.
The sound of folding an umbrella sounded like persimmons falling.