I want to see if there are any fountains in Mercedes. I imagine myself
secretly going through the city looking for the perfect one. Next to it
I can find some measure of peace, turbulent waters shifting besides me.
I can close my eyes and find myself living in a house on the hill. I can
drink from it, and think, there is no secret.
3 comments:
I like this. Very dreamy, and somewhat of a realization that a peaceful place "where there is no secret" is actually in the mind.
I adore this! Very well done!
Does such a place exist
Perhaps long ago
Before the muddy water set in
But, wait I remember
A place does exist
In a dream
On a hill
All alone......
Finally the poet is back
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