Fountain Poem by Tom Wolfe

Fountain



On the Square,
The slackened fountain
Dripped a fat spire of freezing water
Into its thickening rim of ice.
In summer, a tall spire
Blown in blue sheets of spray.
When they turned it down,
It wilted—
That was like a fountain, too.

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