I languidly bubble,
Teeming with life
by the sterile, chlorinated trough,
churning and frothing its fool's revelry.
Mimicking the mighty falls
of a wild it cannot know;
Mocking its majesty.
Yet never striving to be.
I strove.
Now I've fallen, here,
at the corner of the fountain.
Leaf-ridden, I am still.
Rippled only by an errant breeze;
so merciful.
Pitied and murky,
I wait and wane,
Till the Earth takes me back again.
~2.18.06















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