at the fountain

we are to meet
at the fountain
that no longer
works, no
longer sprays
great plumes
of water into
the air. they've
shut if off
for lack of
funds, lack
dollars to pay
for such a work
of art. so
the founatin
is dry, and no
one really seems
to mind, and
bright pennies
with their wishes
still lie along
the bottom
catching sunlight.
and it's here
that i wait for
you, as i'm
early and you're
late, as usual,
feeling as dry
and lacking
in words
as this fountain
is of water.