Poetry: Samantha Wanner

I would imagine that Williams is seeing the aftermath of a storm. It’s still dark and overcast out, but peaceful and calm. The red wheelbarrow and white chickens stand out against the dark gray sky. I have a hard time trying to think of what he was feeling and why I think so. Maybe he is being literal. Maybe there is a lot riding on this wheelbarrow. This could be a man’s farm that he’s looking at and the wheelbarrow is crucial to his farming. He might be feeling indifferent. The rain paints a dark image for me, but the red and white seem like they would be bright. Maybe he is trying to see a positive in the negative.

 

so much depends

upon

 

the amount of

garlic

 

that the cook

places

 

on my warm

fries