the end of a dream,
            I could hear birds singing,
            ringing against the walls,
            calls uncanny in the cistern.

            I forgot to explain the cistern.
            We caught water from a roof,
            roof of our house, red metal,
            metal red oxcide from rust.

            The cistern had cracked,
            cracked up, down,  sideways,
            ways for water to seep out,
            quickly seeping the dug well

            water out.
            About the dream, I
            alone, was in it, I
            had finished the task

            alone, rescuer of the dug
            well, looking up
            to see if I was down
            deep enough to see

            stars in the daylight sky.
            Why I went to sleep,
            I can’t write you,
            you see, I lied about being

            alone in that dream.