The Wheel
You must get up. Wash your face, comb your hair, go out.
The sun is fiery. Do you remember that wooden wheel
forgotten in the field, sunken in the grass? You must raise it,
steady it upright, roll it, and start it. One wheel, no carriage; then
for what reason? what is it to do? where is it to go? One wheel.
A yellow thread is tied onto one of its spokes. It may roll
down to the sea. It may sink or float on the water like
a completely forgotten circle.
The kids run after it, they yell, and they have fun.
Two women dress onions by the front step.
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