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when you feel you have gathered too much dust
have a seat and for once forget that I’m rickety and old with a spider’s playground stretched between the backrest and my legs quite perfect for the web of ancient tales I weave if only you will listen for a while grab a seat and for once don’t mind the woodworm and the mould the musty whiff of all the tired asses large and small I comforted and suffered while their tales grew tall and their yarns gained length if only you will listen for a spell
and learn a thing or two of how
“so much depends
upon”
or not before I am reduced to cinders
With a thought for the poet, William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), whose work I first discovered when I was eighteen, and has inspired me ever since.
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends upon
a red wheel barrow
glazed with rain water
beside the white chickens