so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

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the other day william and i got lunch together, and i told him my dilemma of not being able to see the beauty in things sometimes, that i would read his poems and understand everything he was trying to say but at times i would just give up on life, i didn't know why i couldn't see the beauty in such simplicity, i would get so frustrated, a complete lack of sincerity and passion, and i yelled at him, i fucking yelled at william carlos williams, and he said, "goddamn it man, eat your fish, it's getting cold. here, i'll eat it."

and so,
a master poet who i have idolized for a very long time,
ate my fish.

and afterwards he said,
"listen, i know what you're going through. life is tough, but never give up. and don't let people who look up to you or look next to you or people that just love you give up either. people see something in you, a bright light that can shine love and beauty on everyone. you're an artist, so stop moping around and keep things simple, okay? don't move too fast but don't move too slow. your life hasn't even begun yet..."

and with that he got up, strolled over to the door, tipped his hat, and walked away never to be seen again. i thought to myself, "sometimes i wonder about him," slowly realizing that william did not leave a cent for his part of the bill