wishing wells and magic fountains

the city workers
stand by the fountain
green nets with
long plastic poles
sifting out the
wishes unfulfilled
dumping coins into
large white buckets
oxidized currency
exchanged in good will
for dreams that will
never see fulfillment
another long con
selling off hope for
a moment of peace
wishing well reactments
of sending prayers
into the inky black
nothing where heaven
is just a tool used
to mainatain compliance
as the workers laugh
at the ill gotten gains

my heart is a penny
tossed into the water
left to rot among
the many love letters
left unanswered in the
cold darkness of forever
as predestiny sweeps
a green net of tragedies


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