so much
depended on
that red wheelbarrow
the rain & the chickens
but the rain stopped
& the chickens fit into
cooking pots & then
into our bellies
the red barrow broken
& now there are
skeletal chicken remains
a rusty wheelbarrow
& a brown dry
yard &
that's all
there
is
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Q: Why did the chickens go to the other side of the road in a red wheel barrow?
A: So disgruntled could stand in the rain and write a bad, no good poem.
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