The Fountain in Winter

The Mellon Square fountain in winter
	Is dry, empty.
The stone basin almost shines,
	Almost reflects the bare branches overhead.
The fountain in winter is quiet, silent
	Without the water which last summer tumbled
From basin to basin,
	Until it reached bottom
And was sent back to the top, was recycled.
The fountain in winter waits.
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