morning
quiet
but for distant
mother cows
calling offspring
teen roosters
learning to crow
let words be sparse
William Carlos Williams
and a red wheelbarrow
so much depends upon
looking closely
seeing
things
without words
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
The movement of time is evidenced everywhere.
Passages shown in contrasts.
Juxtaposed limbo in motion.
The segues between destinations.
Deep thoughts with rust, flowers and thistle. Blooming cactus and old signs.
it’s thoughts that wake you
those uninvited guests
dropping by
during dreamtime
bearing rousing lists
taxes
insurance
accounts
they are the unexpected dinner guests
that came too early
and won’t stop talking
and they want you to think
they are all
important
you’re feeling taxed
and understanding
nothing
is really
insured
living
is your accounting
those dreamtime crashers
may have stirred you
but it’s poetry that’s worth getting up for
what matters is that cheddar-colored crescent
hanging
just outside your window
tangled with the clouds
escort those unsolicited
callers
to the door
though they’ll leave
their party favors
brightly packaged and empty
inside
invite the moon into your dwelling
and your dreams
this is your accounting
for all
of what it’s worth
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