New Years Day (The Dry Fountain)

Numbed by rain I  
almost know how it feels
 
to not be broken or  
remember falling
 
in youthful tumbles
skinning knees, tearing ‘hose
 
trying to jump across rocks
too widely spaced but
 
The Fountain was dry so
I had to try, now
 
I don’t know why, don’t care
to remember those things.
 
The ones I loved are still  
on the North Shore somewhere,
 
they look out windows and  
think of me perhaps at night,
 
of the girls we were,  
the women we became.
 
I only hear the sound of  
the rain slopping in mud
 
and it cools everything;
the burn of a skinned memory.
 
A fading love from yesterday
fills a footprint with a puddle
 
Its a blessing to erase it
and cover my face in rain.
 
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