by Gideon Burton
after William Carlos Williams
So much depends upon the window pane
above the double sink that frames the yard
where she is watching as the evening wanes,
The light is growing heavy, thick, and hard.
The wheelbarrow is sitting on its side,
its rust invisible against the mist,
the tire caked with mud. She stays inside
and sometimes wipes her forehead with her wrist.
The chickens do not seem to feel the rain
or hear it tap the metal barrow's edge.
She tries to see how little day remains
by peering from her kitchen's little ledge.
So much depends upon the glazing wet
arrangement inked in silty silhouette.
Photo: flickr - sgrace
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carols Williams
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white