fountain, curtain, spout

The glory of distance
A thousand molehill mountains
As close as two eyes can get
With room for soft light
Impatience and longing
Sewing up a tight bonnet
Undone -
Releasing flowing locks
With lavender regret
And the threat of being right
This moment
Belonging to sad fountains
Ringed and patterned
Alabaster in this instance
Innovations of blood and sweat
Impersonal as concrete
Doused with rust, pheasants, dust
Things we know well
A beat -
Then regret sets in again
A feeling of comfort
It's nothing yet
Not worth repeating
Those silly romantic notions
Bleeding, then fountain, curtain, spout
Completely leaving
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5.18.10