Ten Short Poems Organized Around the Last Names of Vancouver Canuck Goaltenders, #1: Fountain

No one talks about love in a bar
anymore.

When the fountainman says,
“Let there be light!”
no one catches the allusion
anymore.

Closing time turns the book around
& stains the glass
with the blood of Mary.

© 1994 by H. Wechsler

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