well water

This morning,

I remember

a dipper full of water

from the well

that stood

in my grandparents’ yard

that waited for me

to visit,

pump into a pail,

carry inside

and fill the basin

that sat

under

the slant of stairs

in their kitchen.

I don’t remember

discussions of germs

on a shared dipper

only the

unspoken sweetness

of grace.

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