Levertov's Ladder
by Stefanie Bennett



Leaving, she saw them eat
Her words
And the left-over gravy

In that comprised tumbled-
Down shack
_____Where
The hawk-weed

Grows but doesn't erase
The colour
Of absence - or

The stony telling
There by
A turnstile gate

As she -, still with
Her smiling
Beauty on

Waved an even darker
Reverie
... Aside.





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