I’ve been dumping our ashes from the wood stoves on the driveway this winter, filling in the potholes. Today as I walked up the driveway with the empty ash can I was taken with the sound it made swinging back and forth in my hand. Then I saw our shadow and knew it was a visual poem.
2 thoughts on “Ash Can, A Visual Poem”
A braying ash bucket!
Ah you’re right Janet!