Fountains of Youth

skipping, jumping, hopping
streams of water
in a fountain
like small children
playing hide seek
in one side
and out the other
always seem
so very different
like no pattern
quite deceiving
but they always
slowly return
if you stand there
long enough
yet the next time
subtle difference
water moves
in many ways
stays the same
yet always changing
watch the cycle
start again

~ cj 2002.12.11

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