There is a fountain in the plaza
that reaches almost to the ceiling.
Gouts of water, drops of water,
twists of spray fall past the staircase
and shake the pool. Beneath the surface,
coins lie, metal wishes
scattered on the squares of blue tile.
A penny whispers “Make her love me”,
a dime says “Let me find a job”,
and everywhere beneath the water,
American voices speak their longings,
confirm our deep belief that money talks.
Pages
120
Format
Paperback
Publisher
FootHills Publishing
Release
May 10, 2022
Stephen Forgives the Stones: New and Selected Poems
There is a fountain in the plaza
that reaches almost to the ceiling.
Gouts of water, drops of water,
twists of spray fall past the staircase
and shake the pool. Beneath the surface,
coins lie, metal wishes
scattered on the squares of blue tile.
A penny whispers “Make her love me”,
a dime says “Let me find a job”,
and everywhere beneath the water,
American voices speak their longings,
confirm our deep belief that money talks.