Those William Carlos Williams Moments

THOSE WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MOMENTS She awakes to a dayglow yellow post-it-note stuck to her bottom lip. 'Forgive me...' it reads '...stealing the kisses sleepily left on your luscious lips they were delicious.' You call me at the office & cry. ******* Outside the window is a William Carlos Williams poem coming into being. There...is: the red wheelbarrow glazed with rain minus the chickens who have wandered off as if not knowing they are needed to fulfill the poem upon which so much depends (a hen's gotta do what a hen's gotta do) & as I turn away they march back into view taking up their poetical positions. The living poem even has its seasons appearing to me covered in snow dazzling in bright bright sunshine. Sometimes (for my own surreal reasons) I paint the wheel barrow a yellow or blue or blue with yellow spots or... My wife laughs at me & says: 'Oh...you! ' The wheelbarrow long gone to seed now sleeps quietly upside down beside the hen house. Flowersgrowing up between its broken wheel covered in fallen leaves. It dreams of being a real poem. I smile. 'Now, where's those chickens ...gone? ' * * * * * * So much depends upon your bright red mouth & white white teeth as our lips meet & our eyes glaze over with love as bright as rainwater.