Another Red Wheelbarrow

I spray painted
the old wheelbarrow
Bright Red
to remember the poem
and the poet

so much depends
etcetera

the wheelbarrow itself
was peaceful, brown,
spider web wrapped
in the barn for years

for years, for many years
it rested and rusted
dreamed and dozed
or possibly gossiped
with the barn mice
Who knows?
only the spiders, the mice
and the wheelbarrow