fountain: sault locks, summer of 1997
and the bushes
and the benches
where we lingered tossing pennies
sweaty pennies, secret wishes
offered to the fountain
and the couples
walk together
drifting in and out of shadows,
lovers in the orange and green
touching in the mist
and in the distance,
silent giants
en route to minnesota.
i don't know from minnesota;
i'm happy in the spray.
The 2River View, 2_4 (Summer 1998)