Poetry Blogs (bucket)

The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle

If I should have a field

then I would build a shed

when in it I could yield

ideals within my head

I would have a window

I’d point it at the ground

the shed itself erected

from the things that I have found,

like a door

and the galvanized sheets from another shed

that’s not a shed no more

and a roof that ...

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