I draw up my words as
A child draws a sloshing bucket,
Struggling with the rope
That descends into the cold, stone well.
I spill my words onto paper as
A fisherman heaves a net overboard
Woven by a tired wife
Always waiting for his return.
I coax my words to form as
A little girl urges her kitten
To come out from under the cabinet
And into the warming sun.
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