THE FOUNTAIN

THE FOUNTAIN

A Poem by Rene Velez


"Loose joints"
"Loose joints"
someone yelled,
Congas play by the band shell,
another hot, Sunday, Summer day,
people sunbathing in the meadow,

and in between the two,
a human circle of bystanders
watching rollerskaters do laps,
round and round,
to the sound of disco music,

Hot dog carts give off the smell
of hot salted pretzels and hot dogs,
and tourists, their main clientele,

the clop, of horses with blinders,
pulling carriages with passengers
in the spirit of nostalgia, a ride of
simpler times, they may have admired,

and people walking up and down
the stairs toward a cool,
misty breeze, and spouting water
in the air was the main attraction,
they call the fountain.

© 2019 Rene Velez


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Interesting and well contrived word picture here. Vivid description puts the reader right in the scene. Liked the way the words engaged the senses.

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Rene Velez
Rene Velez

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