Fountains Foundations & Frontiers

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Concrete in the mixer spinning round and round
Two by fours in ditches dug into the ground
Sweat rolls down the faces squinting in the sun
At what they created in a cloud of dust

Sculpture in the center posing with a dove
Shaded by the shelter of cirrus clouds above
Fishes in the water frozen as the sky
Waiting on the winter underneath the ice

Modern man must imitate the screen
Even if we don’t know what it means
On the edge we stare at the abyss
And wonder who made this

Somewhere in the desert where there they built no road
Is my buried treasure that’s where I will go
Leave behind this palace let this place decay
Find myself a cabin dream the days away

 - March 2020 -                                                                                                                           #443