I have known the unhealthy resentment of umbrellas,
Blown out by the September wind,
The anger of galoshes, with their muddy exterior,
And their soles, flooded by puddle water,
The insanity of wiper blades,
Back and forth and back again,
Over the catatonic windshield,
And I have seen elderly carpets
Car, house and office,
With bruises made by dirt, sand, and grass,
More permanent than spilt orange juice,
More noticeable than shedded pet fur,
Always forgiving through years of endless pain.