Water on the Mercury Fountain by Sophie Levine

Mar 9
1 min read

I don’t care for golden Hermes

aloft, adept with

glory, gifts

rising tall with sculpted confidence

from an etched pedestal

Rather,

I like to see the water

streaming endlessly

along polished bottom sphere

and drip in scattered ribbons

from the waterworn ledge

I like to watch the droplets

plunge with clumsy grace

into waiting pond below

then leap back up

as molten tentacles

the concentric ripples always

flowing

lapping

disappearing

as if they know how

significant

their insignificance

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