red

it's a red amish wagon.
the wheels, deflated and nearly falling off
squeaking when forced to move
the long metal handle, 
stuck with rust 

they're not fence posts, exactly
but they serve as the sides to the wagon
slatted, and they can be removed
i remember pulling my sisters in it
up and down my driveway

i think i'll refill the tires when i get home.

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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