Sunday, August 14, 2022

Basket case



What comes

After all?


So much

stacked

unbeknownst

we carry on


Or perhaps

Was it

Grace?


And then-

How much a

handbasket

Will hold

over so many 

seasons,

weather worn

by hand. 


Painting by Winslow Homer 'Girl Carrying a Basket' c. 1882 in National Gallery of Art, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons.

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