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I will go to the spring
where you slip away to fill your jar
everyone at the market and me by the tree
Knowing a father’s belt has snap-
ping metal teeth, one does not
have to think of kneeling.
One kneels. One kneels
to please before the word is
heard or the leather tongue
slides drily through the loops.