2008-02-27

Wheelbarrow

This morning I saw
on Lexington Road
on the bank of a stream
by a well-manicured house
a wheelbarrow
overturned
rotting into the ground under a pile of brush.

We none of us can maintain our worlds
keep them in good repair
and proper order. All decays.

I am on Thoreau's railbed, I think.
And here is a graveyard
on and on.
Lives that came and went.

But produced, evidently, headstone-carvers
who survived them.

Someone made the wheelbarrow new, once.

So what I crave to know
is
is someone somewhere building a wheelbarrow today?
Will someone again build a wheelbarrow tomorrow?

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