Between Walls
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie cinders in which shine
the broken lights of the hospital
at the sky’s edge.
O, think of this,
the red wheelbarrow and white
chickens.
- William Carlos Williams
Between Walls
the back wings of the hospital where nothing will grow lie cinders in which shine
the broken lights of the hospital
at the sky’s edge.
O, think of this,
the red wheelbarrow and white
chickens.