Written for Miz Quickly’s November Prompts Day 9:
when pushing a muddy wheelbarrow lean forwards & press your shoulders to the breeze hear the wheel go frrrrrt frrrrt frrrrt with every turn on a bump, the load is hoiked aside, a spill of words & shimmering somersaults of dirt the square shovel waits its shadow almost solid against the white brick wall but you crouch beside the dirt pile spotting an upturned Christmas Beetle colours bright as revelation you gently place it on its feet
Out of the Cave 
So love this stanza….
on a bump, the load is hoiked aside,
a spill of words &
shimmering somersaults of dirt
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Thanl you Bob!
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“colours bright as revelation
you gently place it on its feet”.
Love that 🙂
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Thank you! ❤
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love this one: love the colours, the sounds, the physicality —
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Many thanks, John.
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