Water drowns your panic like a Sunday blessing.
It’s spring. The sky above you darkens with rain.

You think passion is your only gift, but a sadness
older than the sea keeps time in your blood.

Once you saw two skeletons locked in a kiss.
Time has forgotten them. Time forgets

everything except the swan’s neck reflected
in the dark fountain and the way it cried out

its silver anthem of loneliness. Do not drink
from here. The water looks cold and clean

but clarity like that only leads to madness.
Remember when you came here with the one

who held your body even as it changed
beneath his hands and waited for you to

renounce the world? You will never renounce it.

{Traci Brimhall, Brynn Satio; Fountain}


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