Blue Wagon
Bordwell, Harold
Blue Wagon Left out in the rain far too long, For too many seasons, now rust Has crept along its stenciled sides, Turned its white wheels brown and black, Left its steering rudder scoured Down...
...Things are like this all the time- Thoughts too...
...Blue Wagon Left out in the rain far too long, For too many seasons, now rust Has crept along its stenciled sides, Turned its white wheels brown and black, Left its steering rudder scoured Down to the metal of its base...
...They are molded out of Baseness and into it slyly turn, Neither decline nor fall, only Windings this way and that As if seeking, not surety, not truth, But a flume of seasoned wear...
...It works still, complaining to the touch As over grass and clumps of earth It follows feet and frantic dogs Into the light of evening...
...Harold Bordwellold Bordwell...
Vol. 129 • March 2002 • No. 6
