Saturday, April 22, 2017

The fountain

When we move, as we will, the fountain stays.

We bought this house
Years ago.
On the back patio
Is a fountain
A boy
A girl
They hold
An umbrella.
A cord ran
Through a crack
In the cement,
Ran through the basement
Was plugged in
Over the washing machine.
The cord was the first
To go.
The fountain
Has been a planter
For years.
The boy
The girl
The umbrella
They stand on different
Every year.
A garden
For bees and butterflies
Border that planter.

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