David Wayne Hampton:
Poetry and Ruminations
Friday, June 22, 2007
Poem
A Vexing Conundrum
so much depends
on what?
and who left the
wheel barrow
out in the rain
rusting
red while they sat
inside
dreaming of chicken
dinners?
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