Monday, September 14, 2009

Bring me your thirst

At one end of the courtyard,
a fountain spouted,
water like wisdom,
shooting into the air,
silhouetted against the blue sky,
surrounded by a myriad smaller fountains;
lesser mimicries
of the great outpouring.
A block or two away,
there is another kind of fountain:
activated only when pressed into service;
nothing showy --
and yet it does a better job
of quenching thirst.

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