SO MUCH DEPENDS UPON A PICTURE OF MY FEET…
…all rain and rust covered…
Standing next to the white chickens…
Hmmmm… that’s not the e e cummings poem as i remember it, but it’s still profound…
Of course this does have me thinking a couple of different things…
Was there a subtext of slavery on the red wheelbarrow?
White chickens…
Those balloony pants are so comfy…
Those Nautica “Flip Flop” sandals are so comfy …
Although they make my feet hurt and require me to moisturize my calloused heels.
Sigh… the foot, the thigh… the knees and toes selfie.
Instagram. Snap-Frapp.
So much depends upon white chicks taking selfies of their feet and food.
So much depended on the red wheel-barrow. I need more of that deep-thought low-brow typeset-poetry in my life.