so much dependsIf I'm teaching juniors next year, I'm so assigning essays on this bad boy. They'll hate me. They'll call me "Wheelbarrow." Yeah.
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
i couldn't wait
to grade
your wheel barrow
essays
but i still shredded
them up
along with the white
chickens.
2 comments:
Have I ever told you my feelings regarding WCW? The only poet I hate more than him is Frost. I say "elves" to his wheel barrow.
Something there is that doesn't love a John,
that sends it under the frozen ground swell and upchucks it
all over his red wheelbarrow...
Beat that with a stick, Wordsworth.
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