Fountain full of coins,

Wishes and broken promises.

Months pass, seasons change.

Children paddle in the shallows.

Fountain empty of water,

Pennies, husks of plenty drying in the sun.

Months pass, seasons remain.

Teens scoop up forgotten change.

Fountain of the remaining penny,

Water now flooding my shape.

Weeks pass with new phases of the moon.

The elderly sit on my edges.

Fountain now due for demolition,

The single disc of silver under the rubble.

Months and countless dawns come and go,

A monument built in my memory remains.

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I love you baby 🖤