Tonight's Poet Corner: León
León
by Belinda Roddie
The fountain leaks
when it's summer time,
and it dries up even once
the blizzards sleep
within the folds of
yesterday. I am not
waiting for a miracle
to happen, but I wish
I could drink from the
silver spigots again,
become thirteen years
younger, and meet you
by the archway in
the middle of the town
square. You will be
white-haired, but I will
have golden curls. And we
will marry under closed
rosebuds in the spring.
by Belinda Roddie
The fountain leaks
when it's summer time,
and it dries up even once
the blizzards sleep
within the folds of
yesterday. I am not
waiting for a miracle
to happen, but I wish
I could drink from the
silver spigots again,
become thirteen years
younger, and meet you
by the archway in
the middle of the town
square. You will be
white-haired, but I will
have golden curls. And we
will marry under closed
rosebuds in the spring.
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