drops of water slowly
fill the rusted bucket
one plink at a time.
the first one echoes
like a gong struck
in a concert hall.
the metallic sound
dies as drops fall
in a gathering pool.
it takes time and
patience, but soon
the bucket fills
to the brim
before the water
overflows
and slowly
soaks the ground
beneath.
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