Any Farm

worth its salt has a "Bone Yard" or a parts store where pieces wait, sometimes for years, to be useful again.

They make great photo fodder.

The Horseshoe...

For Poetry Jam Poets United and Imaginary Garden:  

The Thing About Rust

Things Carried

Empty horseshoe

With rusty nails

Plucked from

The worn trail

Inverted

For good luck

The empty shoe

Stood tucked

Standing in honor

Lying in state

Next to a knife

And a Civil War plate

My horses 

Ran barefoot

The shoe

Remains empty

Empty of luck

Empty of  horse

Just like my heart

Empty of course