I lived in a dry well
under the rank grass of a meadow.
A white ladder leaned out of it
but I was afraid of the sounds
of animals grazing.
I crouched by the wall ten years
until the circle of a woman’s darkness
moved over mine like a mouth.
The ladder broke out in leaves
and fruit hung from the branches.
I climbed to the meadow grass.
I drink from the well of cattle.
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