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The Fountainhead of Dreams
Pennies, dimes; silver dollars rare
are flung into cool water where
passers-by for a while have stayed
Do dreams from fountains now cascade?
Since some who come are well aware
when tossing coins into the air
forgotten oft are wishes made,
can dreams of theirs from founts cascade?
But strangers who are in despair
will wish a silent fervent prayer.
Such hopes will shimmer and not fade
inside the fountainhead’s cascade.
Pennies, dimes; silver dollars rare
belie the dreams of founts’ cascade.
July 14, 2020
for the Strand Completely New (10),Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest
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Andrea Dietrich
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