Magpie #128

Untitled.

It's said that much depends 

upon a red wheelbarrow

glazed with rain 

beside the white chickens.

Perhaps and perhaps not.

Chickens seek shelter

from the rain and barrows

quickly fill with water.

My own barrow (by Hamelin)

is dark blue. It sits beside the 

red one and and both of them,

the red and blue hold water now

enough to drown the chickens

and perhaps or perhaps not

myself for afters.

Posted for Mag 128, prompted by a photograph by Elena Kalis.