As she throws the clay
Knocking firmly into place
She man-handles it violently
Push and Push
Until she brings it in to center
She roughly pulls it up-the pot collapses
With the mere force of her hands filled with tension and stress
She collapses-just like her pot
As only drip-drops of tears are heard
Popping in the water bucket
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