POEM: The Orange Wheelbarrow

I bought an orange wheelbarrow today,
With burnished oak handles,
And large, arrogant tire -

When I use it in the rain,
I wear a green slicker
With deep pockets for my pink, raw hands –

I aim to purchase earnest red boots
With loops at the top to pull them on
So that I may dance
through runny wet soil.

When I turn my face
To bloated white clouds
Dreams are hauled away like fruit
Over distant blue green seas;
I allow the yellow sun
To run down my cheeks,
To make the space my heart so needs.

Today I bought an orange wheelbarrow,
And am a better person for it.

M C Biegner
6/2/2005