In a dead grandma’s story, the ladder
Took kids to the sky roof for their play.
Old woman swept the earth of its dust
And found a low sky highly annoying.
If sky bothered her in earth-sweeping
She would push it up with her broom.
Kids could not come down from play.
Poor chaps had to turn sun and moon .
The ladder , now in rain and rust, lands
You in water tank with crows on its top
Trying old story trick to throw pebbles
To bring up water for their black thirst.
A ladder’s top vanishes in blues of sky.
It is where grandma goes and woman
Who pushes annoying sky up with kids.
We have not seen anyone climb down.
But we see the sky’s kids day and night
Playing in orange edges near the hills.