By the Fountain
The Summer sun sings
Above shingle-shine,
Simmering while sinking,
Casting cool shadows
On heated concrete
The playful breeze blowing,
Catches foam cascades,
And tossing wild mists,
Crashes raw delight
On sunburned faces
The fountain rushes forth,
Spring-spouting,
Water on water,
Pelting stony slabs
With falling force
Echoing in tune,
Splash-patter footsteps
Sprint a rippled run,
Drowning the day with
Saturated sound.
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