so much depends
upon a green pencil
fitted snugly between
the blue and the yellow
upon a line drawn
across a page
where the sky
and sunburst clay meet
— as neighbours
who smile and wave
without names
or words exchanged —
upon a silence punctuated
by shafts of pine
shaved close by winding
laneways into storyteller points
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
- The Red Wheelbarrow, William Carlos Williams