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An Empty Fountain

Author: MurphyGirl44
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Class/Type: Misc /Misc
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NYC...sitting on the steps of an art museum...^_^

An Empty Fountain

I sit down on cold stone steps, I trace my fingers over them, seeing how the chalky white embraces the charcoal black lines...
I sit here every morning, this is my favorite spot
I watch the people go by, I am curious about all of them...
The ones that appeal to me the most I tend to make up stories about them in my mind...
Time isn't coiled tight around my wrist when I'm in this place...
Here time mimicks the moon, a patient circle chiselled into an almost god-like building, and when it is needed its shines its brightest...
As I sit I deeply inhale the aroma of my daily cup of hazelnut coffee and the smells from the nearby hot dog stand.
The sky is gray and the air is filled with a cold mist, tiny water droplets form on my skin...
I exhale and it looks like my soul is being pulled from my mouth...the warm vapor lingers for a moment then scatters into the chilly air...
I look over at a beautiful fountain, no water , but instead an elderly man, in tattered clothing walking inside the fountain
I take a sip from my coffee and observe him more, his eyes are drawn along the bottom of the fountain, obviously searching for something
It suddenly clicks inside my head that the man is looking for coins, pennies and dimes that the children throw in throughout the year
I take the last sip of my coffee and throw it away
I move in the direction of the man, I assume hes homeless, but what if I was wrong? Would he be offended if I offered him money?
Out of the corner of my eye I see a shopping cart, filled with items one would only want to throw out
Thats when I tell myself he is homeless, no homeless person would leave their shopping cart out of sight from them...
I approach the man, my nose cherry red and the strong gusts of wind making me squint
I hand him a 10 dollar bill, and he grins at me, wishing me a Merry Christmas, I smile back and wish him one as well...

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  "Time isn't coiled tight around my wrist when I'm in this place..." I really love that line!

And the rhythm was pretty unique, too. I enjoyed reading this because every line felt deeply emotional.

I agree with lilsccerbabie21 - you are very talented. But you don't need us to tell you that.
| Posted on 2005-08-12 00:00:00 | by Chihuahuii | [ Reply to This ]

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