He sent me away. I don’t know why,
having shared with me his spit and mud,
he wouldn’t lead me to the pool, cup the water
in my hand; he didn’t see the wonder through.
If he had, the first thing I had seen
would be his face. Instead,
having never laid eyes upon him,
I had to search him out blind.
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