I would love to have been looking over the shoulder of William Carlos Williams, in 1923, when he penned this classic. So simple. So complex.
- so much depends
- a red wheel
- glazed with rain
- beside the white
- This former 'red' wheelbarrow of ours is a well traveled device. Mom bought it when she moved into her new house on Bancroft Street in the city. Elenka and I helped her spread loam and seed her front yard. It's not the most rugged of barrows, but it has survived. These days Elenka uses it to transport plants and such around her gardens. That wheel is wobbly, but otherwise it survives, with dents, rust and a couple of holes, in its 'retirement' home.