Poetry

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A bucket's heavier the longer that you carry it, they say, to teach us something about grudges kept — but water doesn't gain weight, not a bit; it's only that our arms grow tired, not adept. Maybe the lesson isn't in the water's weight but in the carrying itself, how any load however light at first, will complicate the longer that we walk the same old road. Put the bucket down sometimes. Not because the water changed, or what it held was wrong, but because your arms deserve a pause, and grudges, like buckets, don't get lighter for being long. Set it down. The water will still be there. So will you — lighter, and better able to bear.