So much depends
upon

the burdens
with which

we wheel
beside

our happiness. So much
happiness

depends upon a rural
imaginary

glazed with white
washing

beside darker
dressings

So much hangs
upon

short words
with

long arms
tea, bill,

all, free
Beside ourselves

once upon
a time

with our laurels
at rest
besides

So much for
history

balancing its red
load