The Well

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Meet me by the well, you said
where the women gather
drinking in the stuff of life
laughing over children’s head

They write in the air with sticks
a common thing
a pastime for even the best of days

There we can sip on little things
hips jutted out for balance
jars of water on our heads
time metered out as
morsels of precious taffy

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