a red wagon.
a carrier of sorts,
pulling
my papers up
the hill to Winthrop
Street and beyond,
just a wagon with
wobbly wheels,
and rusted bones.
i'd set my dog inside
when he got
tired,
pulling her along,
until the route was finished.
it was just a red wagon,
but so much more.
so much more.
i tend to miss it.
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