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Shopping Cart in the Mud
Joseph Barbere
Four wheels face up
To the sky, motionless
Like the metal wire frame
That holds them up.
Looking at the cart
I can almost hear the
dim-witted laughter of
the college boy as
he crashed it into a
nearby rock and left it
to rust and cement
itself into the mud.
A brown spider
Weaves its web in
The hollow squares.
Fine lines of white
Overlap the metal bars
And form patterns
That weren’t there before.
As I leave the site
Of the half buried relic,
A blade of light
Glares off the bright metal
And hits me in the eye as I pass.