Queen Of The Hill
My mother hung laundry on the clothesline
which stretched from the house to the waterwell
the same waterwell my father
would lower me into a bucket
to replace bricks or pull weeds
from the sides
the sweet smell of water rising
and escaping into the mouths
of butterflies or bees
and the billygoat would charge at mother
as soon as she bent over
to pull wet clothes from the basket
mother smacked it across the face
and the goat coughed up its crown.
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