wheelbarrow verse

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

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