WALK #29

 I saw the found poem from a distance and approached it:

THE ORANGE TRAILER

so much depends

upon

an orange

trailer

glazed with

rust

parked by ripening

vines

I called the above poem a "found poem" because it was instigated by the iconic poem "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams:

But because my above poem is not a hay(na)ku, I also penned this variation:

At Harvest

orange trailers park

by ripening

vines—

service at its

best always

anticipates