So Much Depends Upon a Wider View


So Much Depends Upon a Wider View

The good doctor/poet fixed his gaze
on a wheelbarrow and chickens, now,
widely celebrated images —
his “quite perfect” poem.
But, what might he have noticed
had he cast a wider view?
Perhaps a vegetable garden, tidy,
arranged in neat rows, all fresh and colorful,
glistening from the morning rain,
a rusty wire fence, sagged on leaning posts,
broken sections held with binder twine?
Perchance a ramshackle outhouse,
rooster weathervane on the roof,
crescent cut in the door, or,
a rubber-wheeled pushcart
next to a clapboard tool shed?
How about the morning wash,
weighing down a rope clothesline?
Possibly a resolute Thaddeus Marshall,
clad in long johns, butcher’s apron, and galoshes,
trudging across the muddy coop yard,
hatchet in hand.

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