Diving into the Wreck – Adrienne Rich
There is a ladder.
Leaned against the white
Roughness of a picketed fence.
Father said that I wasn’t
Allowed to climb the
Dry rotted rungs,
They weren’t safe.
One day, after the school
Bell set me free, I
Climbed to the very top
Looked out over the
Unharvested back field.
I didn’t hear the gentle
Crack as the pine rung
Released and threw me to
The mossy, wet ground below.
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